March always feels like turning a corner to me. I realize that just because the calendar says March 1, does not mean there will be no more snow for the year, but in March, it never lasts long. I can easily forgive snow if it agrees to melt quickly.
Hope seems to begin again in March. Long nights and short days plod slowly toward Daylight Savings, and those of us who wake early rejoice to see the sunshine in the mornings again.
Still better are the evenings, no longer confined to simply staying indoors, but now free for picnics, a game of catch, relaxing on the porch, or picking flowers.
Celebrate with me! Spring is almost here!