This morning I was surprised to look out the window and see the cars covered with a fresh layer of white, clean snow. I don’t know that I like the obvious evidence of winter’s lingering presence, but there it is. More snow. Not that it is bad, we need the precipitation. And it makes everything look clean and new. All the dirt that shows up as the snow starts to melt has been erased for awhile.
But it is March. I have fond memories from long ago of a March birthday on the front porch of my grandparents house in this city. So it can happen – spring can come early. One has to appreciate hope.