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| This morning, the temperature was well blow zero and steam rose off the river like a simmering cauldron. |
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| Spring—and the crocuses—will come again. |
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| The fronds of fiddlehead ferns (actually they're ostrich ferns) poke up from the snow along our trail. |
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| Beech leaves stay attached to their trees until new leaves in spring push them out of the way. |
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| Sometimes, the Quechee Balloon Festival comes to us. |
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| When you play, you gotta commit to playing. |
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| The dusky blue of juniper berries on Martha's Vineyard in October. |
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| Jay took this picture of Monarch butterflies feeding on the nectar from these yellow flowers. |
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