The endlessly long, excruciatingly painful month of February is finally over. It's March. Sure, we've still got drifts of snow, piles of slush, and icicles hanging from the roofs. In fact, we often get major snowstorms in March. But somehow, it's different. In March, there's at least the hope that spring will come.
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Amen.
My exact thought, too!
AMEN!
The snow is almost all melted here. It's supposed to be 61F next week, and I hope they're right.
March coming in like a lamb.
;-)
I was singing "Michael Row Your Boat Ashore" to my daughter at bedtime tonight, and one line reminded me of this post. Snowstorms in March "chill the body, but not the soul." Halleluia!
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