This is the first day of March, and it’s neither lion nor lamb. What does it mean when March comes in like a slug?
It’s gray and cold and damp, and I am turning my thoughts towards spring.
This is foolish.
While the first day of spring is technically in March, this is the Midwest, and there will no doubt be some False Springs, Winter Agains, and One Nice Day Followed By Snowstorms, before all is said and done.
But I’m so ready.
Here’s a little Pinterest board full of springy dreams. It’s full of short-sleeved sweaters to knit, and seeds to plant, and skirts to wear without long johns-tights-knee socks.
What are you planning on?