By Shannon Kurze

Guess there is a fifth season that happens every few years. Sprinter, when winter comes in spring. We only had a couple of small snow banks left in our yard and now they are bigger than they were all winter. Driving through town yesterday the poor robins didn't know what to think. Not sure any of us really know either.

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