You can’t tell by the pic so you’ll just have to trust me on that one. But it did feel like one of those early March days that I knew and grew up with when I was a kid in southern Iowa. The wind would blow and blow and the days would shift back and forth between warm and cold as winter slowly lost its grip and gave way to Spring. We swore up and down that March was an Indian word meaning “mud” during this time of year. It’s not really sexy; it’s just wet and muddy.
The temps are gonna take a dip thru Friday before they start heading north again. It’s hard not to long for Spring when we’ve been putting up with kaa-kaa weather since last November. We’ll stay optimistic since we know warmer days are ahead of us and will be here hopefully soon.