The month of March has arrived here as a new born lamb... quietly, much like the passage of time.
The Tundra swans have returned by the hundreds to the upper Niagara River on their annual migration to the far north...
The highly vocal birdsong is filling the garden in anticipation of Spring soon to burst forth in all her glory.
Once again the earth shall awaken from its slumber inviting us to share the warmth and beauty of the sunshine, the smell of fresh turned soil and the fragrance of the blooming blossoms...
I think I'll wrap myself in a cozy quilt, pull up a chair and await the splendor...
