Nearly half of March is gone. Spring is here. There are evidence of leaves on the trees and the birds are singing outside my window in the morning. The weekend has already started on my part and the quiet life dominates the day.
Here is my day!
Good morning! The world lies at my feet.
Grey day, but I managed a power walk before the rain sets in.
I spend the rest of the day at home reading a biography and knitting. The biography is about Nordahl Grieg, a war time poet. He is still widely read in this country.