All Change

Just as Spring temperatures were on the rise, and the promise of days spent outside in the garden tantalized our spirits, a March snowfall has blanketed the landscape.
Bitterly cold wind, the kind not fitting for man or beast.
The songbirds, once again silenced.

 

Out of the cloud-folds of her garment shaken,

Over the woodlands, brown and bare

Over the harvest-fields forsaken,

Silent, and soft, and slow

Descends the snow.

~~By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.~~

Spring Forward

This coming Sunday at 2 am our annual clock fiddling takes place once again.
An hour forward to Daylight Savings Time, payback for that extra hour of sleep, we enjoyed so much back in November.
Spring is not far behind,  just seven short days,  what a lovely thought...…

 

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