I think March may be one of my favorite months.
Last night we got home from FHE and the wind was acting just like a six year old on too much sugar. I wanted so badly to go out and dance and twirl with the leaves left over from fall, but a sink full of dishes kept tugging at me to go in and make them clean and sparkly again.
And then I remembered.
March is the season of super windy days. The sun warming us with her beautiful smiles. And the cute little green plants sleepily peeking up through the dirt, wondering if it is time to get up yet.
March is so full of anticipation. Even my blood can feel the world waking up around me.
Today the weatherman said we are going to have a high in the upper 60s. That translates to opening all my windows and airing out my house for the first time since October! Bring on the sunshine, baby. I am ready for it.
In just three Saturdays from today is the first official day of Spring. I want to invite you all to come celebrate by having a picnic with me on that day. It doesn't matter where you are, just go outside and enjoy the freshness of the day, and welcome the new beginning.