I hate the month of March. The weather is almost always horrible and cold. Even though spring is around the corner, the month is a big tease.
One might dare to hope that today’s storm was the last snow we’ll see until next winter. But I’m not holding my breath. It’s going to be freezing over the next couple of days. I can’t wait until spring – the real spring, not the March 21st spring. As I get older, my genetic makeup is changing. I’d be happy never to see winter again.