March is frolicking out like a lamb. We have mid-80s sunshine and mild breezes. It was so lovely at noon, we couldn’t stay inside to have our fast-food salad. We headed to the beautiful Flint River and soaked in spring from the banks. Experienced an unexpected bit of togetherness as well. Our sack contained two salads, two packages of dressing, but only one fork. So we took turns. The joys of married life.
The pink azaleas have bid farewell; the white ones are still lovely. The dogwoods snow showers of blossoms onto to greening lawns. Most lovely this week is the elegant Carolina Silver Bell.