Frosty Hope

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Every year, seasons change. There’s nothing that is ever going to stop that. But, suddenly something became clear to me.

As a gardener and an outdoor lover, I’ve dreaded winter and the first frost. For the past month, I’ve watched the weather like a hawk, waiting for that horrible day where I will be able to see my breath when I step outside.

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