the March winds whip, blow and howl. It teases, tickles and torments, like cousins will do to one another.
wild winds carry away the dry leaves, dust and last remnants of grey days,
soft rain washes the winter weary faces of the counryside
and in it's place~
fresh green pastures filled with wildflowers and grasses and ocean blue skies~
days like today leave us with the promise that soft warm days are peeking
around the corner just waiting to be lolled and luxuriated in...
with popsicle smiles and bare feet.
these are the happy little sunshine faces
that I love... so much that it truly hurts...
and then...there is this little man...
oh me, oh my, how much can one Grandma's heart take...
well, I'll take all of it,
Happy First Day of Spring!