Submitted by admin on March 17, 2015 - 10:19am
As I write, it is an unseasonably cold, grey March day. I am beginning to wonder if I will ever see sun or be blissfully warm again. As I write, it’s snowing…again…outside my window. And yet, if I pay attention and stop whining about being cold, there is a freshness in the air that can only be identified as spring.