Dear March

Dear March,

Thank you for this past Sunday, for the vibrant sky, and the refreshing hint of spring, soon to awaken and beautify.

But, could this just be a tease? Because, all I see, is dormant life all around me.

Nature is parched and dry, looks as if she can’t revive. March you’re so fickle. When will new life return to thrive?

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We hiked with Max on Sunday, traversing a park we hadn’t been to before. The fun thing about moving to a different suburb is exploring new places.

Florida didn’t offer us trails with creeks, but rather, swamps. Oh sure, a massive salt filled ocean surrounds the peninsula, but we didn’t live close enough to enjoy it frequently. Here, I only need walk a couple of blocks to be in the presence of the moving waters of a babbling brook.

As I said in my letter to March, dry lifeless nature surrounded us on our hike. Dead, fallen trees covered sections of landscape, and hay-like grass blanketed the ground. From the lack of color, many of my photos appear black and white.

One can never trust the month of March. Can’t expect days to remain bright, crisp and temperate like Sunday. Alas, it’s cold again today. Back to winter coats.

Nevertheless, we enjoyed our hike in the park. We take the good days with the not-so-good days and trudge forward to April.

How is it in your neck of the woods? Dry and lifeless? Cold and bitter? Temperate and sunny?

P.S. This one I purposely made black and white. All I did was take out the yellowy hay colors.

 

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