Springtime in Wyoming is DRASTICALLY different than anything I grew up with in the South land. Spring always spoke of green grass, dogwood blossoms, bunnies, Sunday's Best Dress, the chirping of birds, and families getting together around a well placed table.
Wyoming boasts a spring with very little promise so far. Snow still covers the mountains and the air is crisp and cold; many nights still dropping down into the single digits. I haven't seen hide nor hair of the birdies singing spring into being.
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