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April 4, 2002
Spring is returning. In our yard, the daffodils and tulips are pushing their vibrant heads towards the sky and drinking in the warmth of the sun while the hyacinth, not yet blooming, is stretching its emerald leaves. A snow shovel leans dejectedly on a fence. In the park, dandelions litter the outfield of the baseball diamond while fresh chalk lines slice the lush green grass. Children swing and slide and climb, their lazy winter muscles remembering the jump rope songs and falling into a natural rhythm. Birds sing and dogs frolic; even in this urban area the rebirth is felt.