Somehow I managed to ignore March entirely. No photography and very little art work. If February is endured, then March is the holding pattern, waiting for April and the first signs of spring in this northern climate. In my neighborhood those signs come in the form of the blossoming of the tulip trees, usually right at the time of the Boston marathon.


Things have rapidly progressed from the blossoming of these trees to a riot of blooms and buds caused by some spring showers followed by unseasonably high temperatures. Here’s to spring.