Fickle, fickle March.
Just yesterday, you brought all of the weather.*
First, there was a lot of snow. (No photos. I feel we've had enough.)
Then, freezing rain.
Next came plain old rain.
And then . . . the temperature dropped.
Turning . . . my yard, my driveway, the streets . . . into a skating rink.
March. You are U.G.L.Y.
But . . . oh.my.god. . . this looked good!
There is hope.**
* Except warm and sunny. You didn't bring that.
** Even though we are back to sub-zero today.