It's just about now each year that I get a little bitter that Brother Brigham didn't call some of my pioneer ancestors to settle in sunny Southern Utah. Nope. My stalwarts were instead farming the bitter north, a land which I love, but mostly in the summer. I do not happen to love this time of year. You may have heard me mention this a time or two. So, you'll understand why I squealed with delight when I noticed these little beauties making an early appearance.
"In every winter's heart there is a quivering spring, and behind the veil of each night there is a smiling dawn." -Kahlil Gibran
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