March always feels really hopeful to me.
I find myself making a list of things to be happy about as spring approaches.
Warmer afternoons with sunny skies.
Flower buds poking here and there out of the earth.
An anniversary coming up and three (three!) visits this month.
Longer days, iced coffee, wedge sandles, and polka-dotted skirts.
Any reason to read and read and read E.E. Cummings' in Just.