In the Spring, I have counted 136 different kinds of weather inside of 24 hours.
And so it seems. With the ridiculousness of shoveling snow followed by the sublime of a near 70° day, Spring at last begins to take the lead.
March 15th: I had to hurry out of the house very early this morning, so was unable to get any photos of the wet snow sticking so beautifully to everything, however, the Rose of Sharon gladly obliged late in the afternoon...yet again. I found this rather amusing.
March 12th: Yes, yes, the bright sunlight continued and the Rose of Sharon continues as an interesting subject.
March 8th: I'd been liking the noon light on the Rose of Sharon next to the house, so finally managed to get a shot of it.
March 1st: As March came in like the proverbial lion, an early morning snow squall found pregnant Eleanor unfazed. As long as she had her morning ration of nuts. And I stayed inside the house to take a photo or few of her.