March is here and that means variable variabilities. Or Variety is the spice of life!
Today was not snowshoe-able. The snow is rotten and slushy. But it is not time to store the snowshoes just yet. March is a tentative time when it comes to the weather. The feel of spring one day and full blown winter again the next. It is a time to scrutinize the wood pile and wonder if you'll make it until May. Some years we stop heating in April, but I have memories of cold May's. Anyways, today Runa and I went for a walk on the road.
Today we have mud!
Ducks Loving the puddles!
Ready to hit the road!
Signs of Spring!
Dear March - Come in - (1320) | ||
| by Emily Dickinson | ||
Dear March - Come in - How glad I am - I hoped for you before - Put down your Hat - You must have walked - How out of Breath you are - Dear March, how are you, and the Rest - Did you leave Nature well - Oh March, Come right upstairs with me - I have so much to tell - I got your Letter, and the Birds - The Maples never knew that you were coming - I declare - how Red their Faces grew - But March, forgive me - And all those Hills you left for me to Hue - There was no Purple suitable - You took it all with you - Who knocks? That April - Lock the Door - I will not be pursued - He stayed away a Year to call When I am occupied - But trifles look so trivial As soon as you have come That blame is just as dear as Praise And Praise as mere as Blame - | ||
That's the worst part of winter for me. When the snow melts and the mud comes. Yuck.
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