Angie Hong
Guest Columnist
T’was the first week of spring when at many homes, people gazed wistfully at garden gnomes. Leaning askew on muddy brown lawns, the statues elicited nothing but yawns. No flowers, no bluebirds, and nothing was green. Their yards were the ugliest they’d ever seen.broadstreet.zone(48036);
According to the calendar, spring officially began on March 20. Up here in Minnesota, however, the view outside our windows remains unconvincing. The grass is still lifeless and brown. Trees are bare, and gardens look like little more than a tangle of dried stems lying in a heap on the ground. Early spring can sure be ugly.
Even so, there are signs here and there that the world around us is slowly returning to life. A robin hops across the barren lawn. Geese and ducks are returning to local ponds, and two weeks ago, I heard a sandhill crane flying overhead, playing an off-key tune as
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