Thirty-one days in March. Shall I attempt to post on each one of them? Perhaps. At any rate, this is the first one, done on the first day, March First.
March is a friendly month. Spring arrives. Rain. Sun. Flowers. Leaves. Hope. One has the pleasure of leisurely observing the Warm Season's approach.
I like it.
Hibernation is behind. Once again I wake up, stretch, glance around. Ah yes, the good Earth awakens with me.
Creative juices flow, invigorated anew after the long gray season.
"I feel like making lasagna."
So I do.
It's gone now.
But not forgotten.