|Hey, it's supposed to be March!|
Surely this must be a mistake.
I know the reputation of this windy month,
but at the moment the roaring lion
seems extra fierce.
I did not pack for wicked winter weather.
This blowing and
snowing has me puzzled.
Perhaps a protected place in the pines or
a hiding place under the Honda
Old Man Winter
This afternoon, I was bundling up for a walk with my dog, Grace and I spotted my first robin of the season. She was all fluffed up, bundled up in her downy coat huddled near the front porch. For several moments, this robin gazed out at the swirling snow. It was as if she could not believe her eyes. Spring stopped by a couple times recently. I hope she comes back soon and stays put.