Last week I began seeing March Flowers (a.k.a. daffodils) start popping up around town.  I have always loved them, maybe just because that is the first sign of spring and after a few months of dead winter I’m ready for spring to bloom. 

Here in Nashville, we had a nice snow fall on the first day of March.  Watching the snowflakes fall I was reminded of my grandmother saying she never saw a March Flower without a snowflake.  After listening to my grandmother tell me this so many times as a child, I still wait patiently after seeing the first March Flower for a flurry or two.

GrandGrand reminded me today that it isn’t quite spring yet. 

I love you and miss you.