Yesterday’s sunny meltdown turned into last night’s feeble snowstorm and this morning’s dishwater light. We’re waiting doubtfully for the bright sun that’s predicted for this afternoon. More than that, we’re hoping for an afternoon like the one on Sunday (March 11) shown here: crisp air, fields of untrodden snow, horizons of vibrant woods, and skies of streaming clouds.
It’s March, the month of doubt and hope. (Brooklin, Maine)