While walking to Woodsdale school each spring morning, I would look for the crocuses in one particular yard. If they were blooming, even in the snow, I knew spring was on its way. They were always the first flower to bloom. As things warmed up, I'd head out to Stratford hill to cull the crop of wildflowers. Do kids today even notice such things? Somehow, I doubt it.
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