February is burning at warp speed, and that means March is just
around the corner. Florida March. It's my birthday month, and I always
look for the shifting of the big dipper, so just on my birthday, it sits right
behind the back of the house, a smidge above the oak trees in the lot
behind us. It never lets me down. The natural world is so dependable in
spite our efforts to break it. The oak trees sitting semi-bare, but only
for a short time, are frantically replacing their leaves even as more of
them blow away in the almost-spring wind. The other trees that actually
lose their leaves in the winter, yes, we do have them in Florida, are
standing stark against a deep, blue sky, limbs outstretched to the
heavens, waiting for the words. What words?
READY, SET, GO!
I wait with them.
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