I know the adage is that March roars in like a lion and out like a lamb. It's embedded firmly within the folds of my brain (I wonder what should be taking it's place?) and I repeat it to my children.
But I didn't believe it. Not this March.
It's been raining non-stop for weeks. WEEKS. But finally, here on the last day of March: the sun is shining, the birds are singing, and the guinea pigs have moved outdoors and are happily chomping on the overgrown weed patch (ahem. I mean lawn).Full Story