Happy March!

Except it's more like April. Melt. Thaw. Drip. Gush.
But then it's like February again. Refreeze. Slip. Slide. Fall.

I am not a fan of putting down rock salt, even the pet safe kind but I can't have icy patches where we have to walk. Fragile old bones, you know.

I crave a walk down by the creek, there must be some lovely undercut ice ledges along the shoreline. Or perhaps the icicle hunting will be good the next few days. By middle of next week there will none left. Yay. Oh wait. It's March. Our snowiest month. Give me strength.