After her heavy blanket of snow slowly melts away, the Earth Mother begins to awaken from her deep sleep. She slowly stretches her arms, yawns several times and selects from her wardrobe only subdued, yet stylish, gray outfits. While walking the Eighty Acres trails this past week, and just as the sun was setting, this old and decaying moss covered log seemed to jump out from the forest floor. A tiny signal that the painfully slow transition of the Earth Mother changing her wardrobe from gray to green has begun.
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