March has arrived. Snowing. Single digit temperatures next week. The Lion of March is here--we must wait patiently and hopefully for the Lamb of March. I check the temperature each morning by checking out the leaves on the rhododendron. Curled up--cold. Normal--not so bad. I will know it's mid-May when they adorn themselves in the pinks and reds of their liking.
But spring is on the way. The pussy willow by the pond is in its splendor. It reaches as high as the small pines next to it. Shades the edge of the pond. Gorgeous. The snowdrops are blooming too impatient to wait for warmth. There are some in the trees; some by the house, some by the old dog house. And other things are starting to stick their "noses" out into the air to check for sunshine--daffodils, crocus, magic lily, and others that I'm just not sure what they are yet. Time will tell. Spring is coming. I will wait. What else can you do? Hope that the lion goes out like the lamb.
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