All my hopes for March have been put on hold; the polar cold has a grip on us again. When I poured my first cup of coffee this morning the temperature outside was 5 degrees. Another winter storm is headed our way tomorrow afternoon. But its March and the birds have begun to chirp in the mornings. The sunlight today looks cheerful and warm, even in the bone-chilling cold. The dogwood is standing strong.
This month, when Winter comes to a calendar and meteorological close, offers hope even if the temperatures do not confirm it. I think that the dogwood tree is holding spring in its heart, telling me, “Soon, dear. Soon.”