March has arrived

It's a crisp feeling morning, though it is 50 degrees. The sky is beautiful and the forecast is for upper 70s on this first day of March. March is a month of great contrasts historically. I remember one March when my older two were babies when we had temps in the 90's and got sunburns on Sunday and Monday night it snowed resulting in 15 inches within a few hours. Two years ago this month, on my grandson's wedding day, we had a heavy gorgeous snow. Luckily the temps didn't dip so far with the heavy wet snow that we lost the plants that were blooming. So March has arrived. I pray for grace and mercy. I bask in the beauty emerging about me. Be blessed, my friends.