There was light snow. Tom played with his new snowblower.
The veggie garden disappeared.
I believe this is March, going out like a lamb*.
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What is this fascination with clouds? They’re so beautiful, whether they’re well behaved or threatening to storm.
Stay puffy, clouds. Stay puffy.
*For the young ‘uns, that’s part of a saying. “March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb.”
Look it up on The Google.