As I walked out to our mulch bin by the garden this morning with our daily contribution of [View all]

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coffee grounds, peelings and eggshells, a brisk northwest wind sliced into my freshly-shaved face. It wasn't really terribly cold---low to mid thirties---but walking straight into the 15 mile per hour wind made the "feels like" temperature down around 20 degrees. My first impulse was to walk faster so I could get back inside my warm home as quickly as possible. And then---I reconsidered and slowed down.

The wind was cold but the air was clean and I sucked it in and tasted spring. There, in the pines, a brilliant red cardinal was defying the chill and singing his heart out trying to persuade a drab female that "he's the one". Over there, purple crocuses had pushed through the leaf litter and over by the drive our forsythia was just beginning to show yellow.

The day will come when I would give much to once again make this chilly walk, taste this cold clean air and marvel at the birds and blossoms that are mine today for the bargain price of just an extra minute or so. If I am lucky, memory will allow me to reclaim it.

Carpe diem, y'all.