I’ve been sick all weekend, but this morning I awoke to watch the sun cast light over the roof of the house onto the trees and noticed a soft look to the landscape.  And then it occurred to me that this was the first day of March.  

There is something satisfying, no matter how cold or blustery it is on March 1st, in knowing we have made it through the darkest months and are now in the month which declares, “SPRING!” loudly each equinox.

This winter was harder than most for many reasons, but today, there’s a light in the sky; a spark of hope for good things to come.

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