The Tree of Valinor wonders if errant tongues are still in danger of sticking in Chicago. Is the city hiding its Big Shoulders under copious coats? What color is Lake Michigan?
It's been exactly a month since the last, lone snow in Dallas, a legitimate wintry symbol to the Texans for half a day, appreciated by the leisurely Tree as a lacy Valentine rain. Now the fruit trees are shedding petals on the sidewalks and spraying perfume in the air, along with the lilacs and hyacinths. Many little colorful things are out, but the Tree disdains tulips.
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