Lions And Lambs

Friday of last week was the most gorgeous day. We played outside in light clothing, squinting in the sunlight and chasing the breezes around the park. It felt like spring had arrived, for good.

Saturday, however, the weather turned ferociously cold and snowy, and by Sunday, we were eating snowballs and bundling up once more.

Such a contrast: sipping juice boxes on a picnic bench, warmed by the sunny day,

And crunching icy snow two days later. March, thou are fickle.



Although I absolutely preferred the sunny, warm day to the cold,

The beauty was just as perfect in each.

Because although the squealing of laughter with friends under a cloudless sky is fun,

the silence of an icy day brings a sort of peaceful rest and pause.

Having a snow and ice storm on the first day of spring seems like a bad joke, but really,

it was the perfect way to slow us down and remind us that new life is still there, just waiting a bit longer for the perfect time to emerge. Even when happy homeowners jump the gun by putting out hopeful springtime signs a few days before nature is ready to acquiesce.

And since I appreciate a break when rushing headlong into energetic bursts of activity, I guess March is entitled to one as well.

How's your March been so far? Lions or lambs?