Flocks of robins flew up from the sycamore branches. A male and female American merganser were flushed from the riverbank and swooped over the valley. Purple finches bustled in the branches. The call of the titmouse was clear from the field. The spice bushes were in bud, and along the banks of the Potomac the willows were greening. Red maple was already painting the woods. From the bog water in the old unused canal came the song of peeper frogs.
This bit of pastoral reporting marked a considerable change of pace for a TIME...
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