Each morning I walk down to the lake to look for spring. The calendar may say it is spring but until my purple crocuses bloom, it's winter. Weeping willows are the first trees to come to life at the lake but the flowering bulbs are the true harbinger of spring in New York. I come from North Carolina farming people and about this time they are preparing the soil for pole bean, toma...
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Posted: 9 years ago | By: Christine Somers | In: Health & Body | Read Time: 2 minutes, 18 seconds