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Dormancy . . . one of my favorite winter words.  I haven't been dormant entirely, not like the chipmunks or mourning cloaks, but clearly I haven't been writing in the blog.  In the yard, the snow that fell before Christmas is still on the ground.  12 inches deep between the front door and herb garden.  But it is steadily disappearing, shrinking away from anything that gathers the sun's heat.

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