A joyous metamorphosis: When springtime whispers her welcome reassurance
My wife and I are in the habit of taking ourselves out on a roundabout ramble: a circuitous loop that meanders through town, before turning eastward, up the canyon road, then north, through a sprawling scrubland of junipers, then finally westward, and back down toward the town. We go romping ‘round this loop most days,…


