It is March, wild March, one day I am waxing on and on about the earth moving, the birds singing, the next (and today is the next) day I am sitting in the pitch black darkness just before 7 a.m. still shivering from picking up the newspaper on the front porch. The snow is crunchy due to the cold, the the temperature is -2 (that is -2 below 0 real temperature). So I am glad that I have a vase of wild, wonderful huge yellow mums on my dining room table! They are a reminder of what is and what is to come. They are singing out their beauty, their color is delicious, their green stems are bold and strong. They are thriving. Hang on still much more to come in the wildly amazing show of nature in the month of March.
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