Just when you think it's safe to come out.... it isn't! Just ask Phil the Groundhog!

March is upon us.

The days are getting longer and the nights are getting warmer.

The sun actually casts shadows and creates warm pools of light on the still frozen ground.

Soon daffodils and crocus will attempt to make their way to the sun-drenched patch of land above them.

But they won't be able to make it.

Why?

There's still 2 feet of snow covering the ground wherever there is no need to walk or drive.

The garden and lawn and hedgerow (that is now a tangle of broken and twisted limbs) remain hidden under ice-crusted snow.

The trees that once made a lovely blockade against the sights and sounds of neighbors, now lay sadly across the fence that is bowed with their weight.

But little things let us know that Spring is indeed on it's way, in real life, not just on the calendar.

The warbling of birds in the early morning, the increasingly visible bunny-paw prints over the snowy yard, little reddish-green buds on some of the early blooming trees, all of these bring the promise of a new season and with it new and much longed for life.

And the rainy season, and muddy foot prints all over the house, and dirty wet clothes piled on the bathroom floor... and interim reports and Spring/Easter Break...

Yep, it's March and Spring is on it's way...

Crap!