Wednesday, March 01, 2006
March
This is the month of winds that whirl,
That stream and twist and turn and curl...
This is the month, the month of wind...
__________________________________(Enola Chamberlain)
March is like a rollicking puppy; always in motion, changing from day to day, and even hour to hour... never dull. It also, to me, is a month of daffodils, which in all their finery will begin blooming in about a week, and continue to try and upstage each other for about two months. Yellows, whites, oranges, and pinks never look so bright as they do when the daffodils bloom, in long, sweeping rows, up and down the green hills of our woods in March.
// posted by IBOY @ 7:14 AM 
