March in like a??

I have to admit it. I am now craving color. Like the color green instead of the color mud. 

Suddenly I'm looking at the flower garden and wondering where I can plant MORE flowers. How much yard can I get away with digging up? 

But wait. March is too early to think planting, but planning is fine.

So far we've had snow/sleet/thunder/lightening/winds/warm days and cold days. So we've essentially run the gambit of March-mad-ness.

I spent some time wandering around the upper pasture and then sat for a bit under a box elder and watched the neighbor's meadow. The crows always seem to be busy out there.

Then I heard some snorting.

Why hello Miss Fifteen! She has got to be the one of the biggest busy bodies we have.
She and I generally don't see eye to eye. But she sure is a looker.

Sundance saw that I had no hay so she turned and watched out over the woods.

Her sister, Sunshine, acted bored. 

No food? Not interested! 

Behind her is the roof of our house. As I said we live in a 'bowl' or a hollow. We look up at the surrounding forest.

Only the pony has started to shed. He is always the first one. The others still have their wooly winter coats on. Soon enough the hair will be flying.

Charlie and I are going to go look for birds on Thursday and visit an ice falls before they melt away. 

The weather is cold this week and then it is supposed to be 50 on Sunday?

Oh March, make up your mind!

Of course April can always throw in a surprise or two also.