For the east coast, it was definitely a lion. We had bitter cold weather but it was sunny so we didn't mind so much. So March came in either as a cold lion disguised with sunshine or a sunny lamb with really cold breath. Either way, I took some pictures to catch the flavor of early March - few signs of spring, more like the last leftovers of winter.
"Reluctance" by Robert Frost
Out through the fields and the woods
And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world, and descended;
I have come by the highway home,
And lo, it is ended.
The leaves are all dead on the ground,
Save those that the oak is keeping
To ravel them one by one
And let them go scraping and creeping
Out over the crusted snow,
When others are sleeping.
And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,
No longer blown hither and thither;
The last lone aster is gone;
The flowers of the witch hazel wither;
The heart is still aching to seek,
But the feet question "Whither?"
An, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?
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