Less than a week ago, spring arrived on the calendar.
I’m not sure about your location, but here in the Midwest…
Mother Nature appears to have been confused much of March. She’d give us a day or two of spring, then step back to winter. Wait — how about a taste of summer? Within a span of three or four days we’d have every season — except for fall color.
I scrolled through photos inspecting views from recent Marches. Many of them ended with photos of spring flowers. Perhaps a few lucky, or talented, gardeners will have blooms this month — however I will need to be satisfied with one lonely crocus. (I tend to forget I planted some years ago and one hangs on.)
Kite flying season is in full swing in this puzzle. When did you last fly a kite? Do you have a suitable place close to home?