The birds were singing outside my window when I first opened my eyes this morning.
I love March, even though we’ve been known to have freezing weather and snow in this third month of the year here in the Midwest.
I love March, because it is the herald of spring. And even if winter’s chill fingers still grip the earth, spring will not be held down.
We had tempestuous, stormy weather here a couple of days ago, which in three out of four years might have been the beginning of March.
I’m hoping Mother Nature forgot it was a leap year and that March rode in on that lion so it will go out like a lamb.
Oh happy day! March is here.