Turning the calendar at the beginning of March never fails to bring a smile to my face. It's when I call to mind that first of March in '76 when I turned the calendar and realized that before I turned it again my life would be forever changed. What did I know about being a mother? That love would have to fill in any gaps.
On my desk is a calendar illustrated with Anne's lovely watercolor paintings. Delicate daffodils this month. The daffs at the farm are slumbering under a couple of feet of snow at the moment, and more snow is falling now. And it's cold, cold out there.
fragrant blossoms encourage.
The mammalian urge to curl up and nap is difficult to resist.
Mya and Dovey don't even try.
Within a week we change the time and soon we'll reach the equinox. March. Thank goodness.