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THE VISION

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NYONE BORN AND BRED IN MASSACHUSETTS learns early on to recognize the end of winter Babies in their cribs point to the brightening of the sky before they can crawl Level-headedwomen strip off their clothes and dive into inlets and ponds before the ice has fully ers and toes turn blue Spring fever affects young and old alike; it spares no one andwhen happiness is least expected, when joy is only a memory, when the skies are still cloudy and snow is still piled onto the cold, hard ground

Who could bla is so close at hand? Winter in New England is merciless and cruel, a season that instills a particular melancholy in its residents and a hopelessness that is all but i Boston, the leaden skies and snowy vistas cause a temporary color blindness, a condition that can be cured only by the appearance of the first green shoots of spring It isn’t unusual for whole populations of certain towns to find they have tears in their eyes all through the month of March, and there are those who insist they can see clearly for the very first time

Still, there are so They distrust March and declare it to be the most perilous time of the year These are the stubborn individuals who continue to oolen coats on the finest of days, who insist it is impossible to tell the difference between a carpet of snowdrops and a stretch of ice in this slippery season, even with twenty-twenty vision Such people cannot be convinced that lions will ever be turned into lambs In their opinion, anyone born in March is sure to possess curious traits that mirror the fickle season, hot one minute, cold the next Unreliable is March’s middle name, no one could deny that Its children are said to be just as unpredictable

In so as their history has been known, there have been only girl children born to the Sparrow fahters has kept the family name and celebrated her birthday in March Even those babies whose due dates were declared to be safely set within the snowy ed to be born in March No matter when an infant was due to arrive, as soon as the first snowdrops blooin to stir Once leaves began to bud, once the Blue Star crocus unfolded, the woer contain one of these children, not when spring fever was so very near

And yet Sparrow babies were as varied as the days of March Some were calenerous nature, while others arrived squalling and agitated, so full of outrage they were quickly bundled into blue blankets, to ward off nervous ailments and apoplexy There were babies in the Sparrow fa, soft snowflakes fell and Boston Harbor froze solid, and those whose births took place on the mildest of days, so that they drew their first breaths while the robins built nests out of straw and twigs and the red

But whether the season had been fair or foul, in all this time there had been only one baby to be born feet first, the mark of a healer, and that child was Stella Sparrow Avery For thirteen generations, each one of the Sparrow girls had come into this world with inky hair and dark, moody eyes, but Stella was pale, her ashy hair and hazel eyes inherited, the labor nurses supposed, from her handsome father’s side of the fa for both mother and child Every atteh the doctors had begun to dread the outcome of the day The mother, Jenny Avery, an independent, matter-of-fact woman, who had run away from home at seventeen and was as unsenti for her mother That she should cry for her mother, who had been so distant and cold, whom she hadn’t even spoken to in ors of birth It was a wonder her h Elinor Sparroas nearly fifty , desperate enough to reach even the most reun their labor stuck their fingers in their ears and practiced their breathing techniques, praying for an easier time Orderlies wished they were home in bed, with the covers drawn up Patients in the cardiac unit felt their hearts race, and down in the cafeteria the les curdled and had to be throay

At last the child arrived, after seventeen hours of brutal labor The obstetrician in charge snapped one tiny shoulder to ease the birth, for theIt was at this very moht she ht lose consciousness, that the cloudy sky cleared to reveal the silvery splash of the Milky Way, the heart of the universe Jenny blinked in the sudden light which poured in through theShe sa beautiful the world was, as though for the very first tiht, the life of her child, all caht