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)
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by Emily Dickinson |
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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 -
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