Bettyandisbel Come Dancing

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

Here's to a bright new season, where the world is puddle-wonderful.

PS I posted almost twice as much as usual this week.
Hope you didn't miss out on some of my favorites here and here and here.