March On

Is it really March already?  What the heck happened to January and February?

Don't get me wrong, I look forward to the warmer weather ahead since we've all spent way too much time inside due to the winter weather -- and the continuing  devastation brought on by the Trump Virus.   

So -- as spring approaches -- I have posted Emily Dickinson's "Dear March -- Come in" below, along with some final pics from our recent winter storm. 
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By Emily Dickinson:

Dear March – Come in –
How glad I am –
I hoped for you before –

Put down your Hat –
You must have walked –
How out of Breath you are –
Dear March, Come right up the stairs with me –
I have so much to tell –

I got your Letter, and the Birds –
The Maples never knew that you were coming – till I called
I declare – how Red their Faces grew –
But March, forgive me – and
All those Hills you left for me to Hue –
There was no Purple suitable –
You took it all with you –

Who knocks? That April.
Lock the Door –
I will not be pursued –
He stayed away a Year to call
When I am occupied –
But trifles look so trivial
As soon as you have come

That Blame is just as dear as Praise
And Praise as mere as Blame –