By BONNIE D. IRWIN
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When I lived in the Midwest, spring was a big deal. After months of cold and snow and ice, it was as if the world awakened to a new day, despite the fact that the poet T.S. Eliot once dubbed April “the cruelest month.” (And as a former English professor, I could spend a whole column explaining why he wrote that!) Flowers would bloom, birds returned, and spirits were raised as the often gloomy days and cold temperatures of winter eased away.