What happens matters.

Katie is finally home.

I am thankful that this little chick is in our cozy nest.

March

The sun is nervous

As a kite

That can't quite keep

Its own string tight.

Some days are fair

And some are raw.

The timid earth

Decides to thaw.

Shy budlets peep

From twigs on trees,

And robins join

The chickadees.

Pale crocuses

Poke through the ground

Like noses come

To sniff around.

The mud smells happy

On our shoes.

We still wear mittens,

Which we lose.

John Updike

One day at a time,

Stay home.

Save lives.

What happens matters.

Love you guys,

Donna Elsie