Prelude to Spring

A big high five to the windy month of March. I feel it in the air. Birds are chirping in the early morning. The maples are sporting specks of deep red in their new growth. Cheerful daffodils wave as I pull into my driveway. Bright yellow flowers bedeck the graceful branches of the forsythia. The large canister of biscotti that I enjoy with coffee during winter is almost empty. It is sad to leave January but a relief to get past February. The spring it is a comin'.