Oh March,
lion and lamb,
howling winds,
warm morning sun on crocuses,
blizzard warnings,
chives emerging in the windowbox,
slogging through mud,
digging in the warming garden,
fire in the woodstove,
sun on chilly faces,
morning dark,
lightening evenings.

March, month of my birth, is a month of hope and waiting, a month between dark and light, a month of two steps forward and three steps back.  I love seeing the woods still stark with winter, but promising a glimpse of spring yet to come.

Here in New England, it may not look like spring, but we’ll surely embrace its arrival tomorrow.

Happy spring!

—lucy

PS:  All of these images were shot using a Canon 100mm f2.8 macro lens.