It’s that time of year again, where the world tantalizes us with thoughts of green grass, sunlit meadows, and blue skies only to strike down our hopes with ice cold rain, buckets of mud, and a bitter wind that cuts to the core.  Oh, if only Spring didn’t have such a great PR agent!

Contrary to today’s comic, however, this weekend I avoided the nasty weather.  The lady and I visited the Morton Arboretum where we took careful note of the fresh sprouts in the earth and subtle signs of the earth waking up.  I also managed to snap a few reference pictures.

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