It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.
Todays walk is the finest expression for the month of March:
Sun at the start, mud on the path, replaced by white creaking snow after a few hundred meters.
Then the sun disappears behind a cloud and soon sleet drifts across the fields.
Happy walk ❤
March is a tomboy with tousled hair, a mischievous smile, mud on her shoes and a laugh in her voice.