Fickle Friend

I always forget. Every year I am so excited to see the first signs of spring--the warm weather, the sun shinning, the snow melting that I forget that March is a fickle friend. Just when you are excited for the possibility of putting away that winter coat, bam it snows. Only to be followed by days of sunshine and weather in the 70's, before another snow storm. I hope that every year that March comes "In like a lion, and goes out like a lamb" I really would prefer all the days in-between to be lambs.

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  1. My sister told me it snowed on her yesterday as she walked to her stake center for a funeral, then back to work again. Every time I hear stories like this, it reminds me why I'm still living in Arizona.