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Weird, isn't it? Somehow, in the dead of winter... 00:00:47.347 - 00:00:49.542
when it's 40 below, and so cold your words just freeze in the air... 00:00:49.616 - 00:00:53.416
you think you'll never hear a robin's song again... 00:00:53.486 - 00:00:55.818
or see a blossom on a cherry tree. 00:00:55.889 - 00:00:57.481
Then one day, you wake up and bingo, light coming through the mini-blinds... 00:00:57.557 - 00:01:01.186
has softened with a tick of rose... 00:01:01.261 - 00:01:02.751
and the cold morning air has lost its bite. 00:01:02.829 - 00:01:06.526
It's spring once again, the streets are paved with mud... 00:01:07.000 - 00:01:09.662
and the hills are alive with the sound of mosquitoes. 00:01:09.736 - 00:01:12.569
Speaking of which, we're just a couple of days away... 00:01:12.839 - 00:01:14.932
from the annual Mosquito Festival... 00:01:15.008 - 00:01:16.805
which promises to be an out of sight bash. 00:01:16.876 - 00:01:19.140
Local vintners predict a vintage Beaujolais... 00:01:19.279 - 00:01:21.645
after a near perfect crowberry season. 00:01:21.714 - 00:01:24.148
KBHR's contribution this year, truffles. 00:01:24.250 - 00:01:26.582
You heard me right. Those sensual gems of the loamy soil... 00:01:26.653 - 00:01:29.781
Alaskan black truffles. 00:01:29.856 - 00:01:31.721
Courtesy of the good graces and deep pockets of Maurice Minnifield... 00:01:31.791 - 00:01:34.817
we have purchased us a prize truffle rooting pig... 00:01:34.894 - 00:01:37.795
and the hunt begins tomorrow! 00:01:37.864 - 00:01:40.059
You know, I thought winter was so awful. 00:01:45.438 - 00:01:49.602