Yes, I know,
I've been wingeing a lot about the weather.
About the absence of Spring,
about the endless snow and cold.
But this morning as I walked,
I had a little chat with myself.
Regardless of the temperatures,
the snow really is breathtakingly beautiful.
One of our local cardinals serenading me on my way.
This little stream that is usually muddy and ordinary looked all dressed up.
I found this old abandoned well that I hadn't seen before.
As I walked past a couple of the more prominent local vineyards
and Jackson Triggs,
I noticed the workers in fields, readying the vines for this year's harvest.
The temperatures didn't seem to bother them at all.
The sun is shining and a lot of the snow that fell yesterday
is melted already.
So March who tiptoed in like a lamb
is roaring out like a lion.
Good for her!