When I lived in Massachusetts, March was always a hard month for me. Winter grows old and Spring seems miles away. Up here in the mountains, April has become my March. Many times we skip right over spring, which is sad as spring always holds so much promise. With snow expected this Thursday, I think that this may be one of those years that we may just miss Spring.
Since I have come home from Georgia, I've been having a hard time finding words for the blog, so today I will leave you with some pictures of what's happening in my corner of the world.....:-)