“Nothing is hidden in winter,” my friend Julie Cannon recently wrote.
In Kansas City, January and February hold little promise for a surprise early showing of spring. As I type, the picnic table on our back porch is piled with seven inches of untouched snow — the littles bound into the yard and the back trails for sledding this morning, with snow clothes…
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