March Mornings


March is a tomboy with tousled hair, a mischievous smile, mud on her shoes, and a laugh in her voice.

 Hal Borland

I'm sitting here, ready to start drinking my first cup of coffee. A small one is snuggled in on the couch beside me, wrapped in a blanket. It's supposed to be warm today (in the 50s), however, the house is still chilly because of the still-rising sun. 

I love the month of March. Always have, always will. It starts out cold and dreary, and by the time that it leaves it is warm(ish) and Spring has arrived. 

Our mornings are still slow (until the time change next week), but our days are busy. Still keeping on track with school (side note: watching Adri learn to read has been the highlight of this year), making big meals, adventuring outside, and playing so many games. 

We spent last night trying to plan what we want to do with this lovely Tuesday (other than work, for me) and still have no plans. I suggested a hike, but I think the kiddos just want to go scooter in the park. We shall see (I'm sure that the park will win). 

I've been trying to read more lately, but have run out of new books. There is a stack waiting for me at the library, and (bonus, if we go to the park) I really need to pick them up. 

When I let the cat out in the morning I'm starting to hear the birds moving about, singing. It reminds me of one of my favorite parts of my dairy farm days. Early mornings, the sun rising, and the birds singing. All before the rest of the world is stirring. 

Now my world is stirring though. I need that cup of coffee, and another wee one has joined the couch pile. 

Have a lovely Tuesday. May your coffee be strong, and your day a good one!