March has come in like a frozen leg of lamb.
There were supposed to be storms. There was supposed to be snow. March was supposed to show up like raging, roaring, starving lion.
Instead there was a bit of wind, temperatures in the negative unmentionables, and cold enough to freeze our water pipes. Quietly.
That’s okay with me. I’m not a huge fan of cold, but I like gigantic snowstorms even less. I prefer thunderstorms in warmer weather, which if the old saying is true, we’ll be getting a lot of near the end of this month.
In like a lamb, out like a lion.