It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot
and the wind blows cold:
when it's summer in the light, and winter in the shade.
It feels so good to be outside this time of year, even if there is still a nip in the air. The fields are showing a hint of green now, and flocks of robins are bobbing around the yard. This afternoon I took a little drive, down the road and up over the next ridge, and stopped to sketch awhile.
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I like how this farm is nestled down among the hills ...
As I was coming in the driveway, on my way home, I noticed the daffodils are starting to poke up through the dried brown grass and leaves. My son, Matt, and I planted them the first fall that we were living here, so I always think of him when I see those cheery yellow blossoms scattered throughout the woods.