Boris stood out in his yard and felt the morning breeze, which carried the flowers from the maple trees like a cascade large yellow and green snow flakes. Looking down as they reached the ground, Boris noticed that the tiny flowers were a bright contrast with the leaf humus from the previous fall.
Above him, Boris saw the emergence of the tiniest of maple leafs, this was the signal that he could start planting the cold weather crops into his garden. Hoe in hand and seeds in his bucket, Boris headed out to his garden humming a happy song.
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