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I spend much of winter dreaming of summer. For those of us here on the East Coast, summer means more than school being out or a swim in the ocean. It means everything is BACK. The leaves are on the trees, the light is back, the gardens return. Coats and sweaters, boots and hats are up in the attic in cedar chests, and one can walk freely in the sunshine without layers and layers of clothing. It is all back–the bicycles, the rollerbladers, the lovers holding hands. In the heart of winter I read through gardening catalogs and I dream of summer, which I know is there, waiting somewhere, underneath all that snow. And so I have something to look forward to in the gloom of February…she’s coming back, she’s coming back. I can’t wait.
