March has arrived, well, just like the lion we expect her to be. In a wash of wacky weather, lingering sniffles and colds, and with everything coated in mud...and whatever else is mixed in there with the mud after a winter of farm life. It's best not to ask questions, but rather be sure to slip your boots off at the door and wash your hands on your way in.
That's not true of course, this time of year brings so much wonderfulness really. I can't tell you the joy that all are expressing here at the spring skiing conditions, with the knowledge that we'll also probably get dumped on again with another snowstorm to experience the powder again. Besides the skiing, we've got the flowing sap! And that's a very sweet thing. And of course, I'm staying steady with my promise to craft in color this time of year. This time, on knitting needles in a bright red yarn with a spring green on deck for the next project. I'm buying flowers - imported from some far away place, surely - once in a while at the market. And I planted some seeds in a pot by the kitchen windowsill for no other purpose than to just see something grow. Oh March, it'll be lamblike in no time at all! (Do let me believe.)