This weekend, it felt like spring. The sun was out and you could feel the heat going through your skin, warming your bones.
That's what I love about March; the promise of spring and warmer days ahead. What I hate about March is the tease.
“Hey there, spring is almost here. The crocuses are peaking their heads out, the robins are back from their winter vacation and singing in the trees, the sun is getting stronger but just so you don't forget about me, tomorrow is going to be cold. With flurries.”
I love your beauty, March, but not your flightiness.