Or has it, asks Bennie balefully from his warm perch.
It keeps tempting us to think that spring has moved in. Yet, anyone who lives in the Rocky Mountain chain (of which the Black Hills is technically part of), knows that a mild winter can always pull a few switch-a-roo's culminating in sudden dumps of heavy wet snow and bone-numbing drops of temp. We've had nary a blizzard this year. I've not even busted out my cross-country skiis yet.
But here I sit reading in my living room with a million spring chirpers outside of my window and an owl and mourning dove.
Sooooo, is it spring, or isn't it?
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