March is part trickery and part hope. On warm days we think it’s time to sow seeds. Then the weather sends yet another chill and we realize it’s all a ruse. Despite our waiting, watching and anticipating, Spring arrives on her own time clock.
Edgy waiting for the season of brighter light, I remind myself “worrying is like walking around with an umbrella waiting for it to rain.”
Ultimately Mother Nature is the greatest purveyor of hope. Take heart!