Everything seems poised on the edge of bursting in the middle of March.
Buds swell on branch and vine.
The color saturation in grass blade and winter leaf
gets a boost each time the sun's rays peek through the almost certain canopy of clouds.
Water droplets cling to every available surface, magnifying the places where they rest.
There are baby chicks and muddy dogs and plenty of wet days for sitting inside and stitching.
But soon the days will warm and the sun will shine more often than not, and this girl will have a lot of yard work to catch up on. I wish the middle March days of promise would linger just a little bit longer.