After the holiday rush, January is always a bit of a let down for me. The days are short. The air too cold and everything seems drab. And dark. Wanting spring and all its glory to be here now, I find myself searching out color anywhere I can. Be it the finches that populate my bare trees or the spring catalogues that fill my mailbox on a weekly bases. My anticipation of the new season is palable. And I find it difficult to wait for the colors of spring.
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