Musings . . .

When I lived in Michigan's Upper Peninsula, March was referred to as "mud month." And for good reason. One of the snowiest locales east of the Rocky Mountains, the UP begins the long snow melt in March, often extending into April. Hiking trails, often a mixture of crunchy ice, wet snow and muck, pose unique challenges. Some of the deeper snow drifts in the woods can persist into late Spring.

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“March came in that winter like the meekest and mildest of lambs, bringing days that were crisp and golden and tingling, each followed by a frosty pink twilight which gradually lost itself in an elfland of moonshine.”                                L.M. Montgomery

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