March

There is always a week in March that is a little warmer, a little sunnier, and I almost feel spring is coming. Then that little part in my soul that is feeling a little wilted because of the dark days, the cold wind and just the ugly that comes with winter starts to stir. Spring is coming...
And then with a cold blast of wind and mean little snowflakes, that seemed so sweet and pretty in December, start to fall again. And the little part of my soul that was starting to wake up, falls over dead!
I think that the kids get a little excited, too. Braley wanted to put her swimsuit on and run through the sprinklers. Not yet. Oh, not yet.