Happy March!

I love the first of March, because it means, to me, that winter is losing its hold. March is when the snowbanks begin to melt and form puddles on the sides of the road, when our dirt road turns to wonderful, mushy mud, when our neighbor taps the maple trees across the road, and when robins and redwing blackbirds first appear again. Yeah, there are cold nights and snowy days and sometimes it seems like winter will go on forever, but the light lasts longer, and when I turn my face to the sun, there is warmth there again.

The bay is still frozen, but my daffodils are starting to poke up.

March is the begining.