Still now, the forest was hushed and silent with anew coating of snow. The night seemed bright as the full moon reflected off the snowpack, almost as bright as dawn. Silently, under the snow the season stirred, restless and eager to begin.
Tiny plants in their seed coats ached to stretch toward the sun. Buds of deciduous trees awaited the first warm days to swell with new flower and leaf growth. Winter had lingered far too long this year, days were lengthening and Boris was eager to start turning over his garden and begin planting.
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