March 1st

I have always loved the month of March. Not only is it my birth month, but it is the month that spring returns, daylight savings time resumes and the garden season begins. There is so much hope contained in this one month, I begin to feel happier just from the simple act of flipping the calendar page over from February to March.

However, when I was tucking the animals away last night on the final night of February, it was doing this outside:

As I put myself to bed last night, it had gotten to this:

And this morning, the 1st of March, this is what we woke up to:

If I had any thoughts of starting seeds early this year, this morning reminded me why I shouldn't do this:

Trees were lying sideways from the wet and heavy snow:

Blooming daffodils were all but completely obscured:

George, the barn cat, told me - in no uncertain terms - that he'd be spending the day on his front porch cushion:

Would one of you please come and have a cup of coffee with me at my deck table? I think it would make an awesomely funny photo:

The chickens (and Roopert the rooster) told me they needed extra sunflower seeds to get through the morning:

My toad, Ted, had a heavy load to balance on his leaf umbrella:

Pete and Reggie refused to be coaxed out. Snow is scary, you know:

This tree made me laugh when I walked by it. It is interesting without snow, too, but today it really stood out:

The mood from the barn was a bit subdued:

Instead of breaking ice on the stock tank, I scooped out net-fulls of snow (See Mr. Goldy at the bottom of the water on the right hand side? He is alive and well):

Can you spot the donkey?:

Kai llama *loves* this weather:

She couldn't wait to go off and explore after I let her out of her stall:

Look how happy snow makes my girl - she's smiling!:

Happy March 1st! This will be a happy month. :-)