I love snow in December and January, but by March, I just want it to be Spring. Winter isn’t my favourite season, and this time of year, there is nothing I want more than to see blossoms and leaves coming out on the trees. Back home, Spring usually starts sometime around the end of February, and by March, the trees are blossoming, the bulbs are up, and the birds are coming back from the south. Here March is more of a mixed bag, and you never know what kind of weather you’re going to get. I thought Spring was possibly starting earlier in the week, because it was sunny and over 10 degrees. However, the weather said “Haha, tricked you!” and the temperature dropped. Imagine my disappointment when I woke up to this:

Not wanting to mope around the house, I thought I’d go for a walk. After all, if you can’t beat ’em, join ’em; since you can never beat Mother Nature, some time outside seemed like the best bet to make my peace with the March snow. It was cold, but somewhat lovely. I just hope it doesn’t last long!