march is my favorite
I am very lucky to have been born in the most beautiful time of the year. This morning I saw a salmon colored finch, emerald green baby sage sprouts cover the canyon out back and the air feels warm and crisp at the same time. Something about this time of year makes me want to blast Enya and run through the house - I have a very vivid memory of picking dandelions in my grandparents yard on my birthday (above) and saying to myself "march in the garden" in an boston/english absent "r" voice. My mom tells me that to "march in the garden" was something I'd ask to do often.
Today is the first of March and I am in love.
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