In Like a Lamb

March came in to mid-Ohio with "lamb-like behavior". Finally we had some sunshine and relatively warmer temperatures than we had been experiencing, hitting the mid-40’s (Farenheit) to low 50’s in the first few days of the month.  Hope began to spring up in the hearts of all those with cabin fever.

In the back of my head, my mother’s voice echoed, “March is coming in like a lamb, it’ll go out like a lion,” and later, “it snows 3 times on daffodils before Spring is finally here.” I love those idioms and most of the ones that flit around my head are in my mother’s or my father’s voices. Guess that’s who I learned ‘em from.

Several times throughout March, that saying flitted about, and I continued to wonder... would it be "real" this year?  Would March go out like a lion?  And what would this lion be? Ice and snow?  Heavy thunder and lightning?  A combination (not unheard of)?

So, yesterday, I showed you that although it was freezing, the leaves were poking out of the trees and I was happy.  This morning, I was looking at the calendar once again because today marks birthdays of two very special people in my life (Excuse me as I do this shout out - Happy Birthday Dad! Happy Birthday CT!).  And as I was looking at the calendar and noticing the apparent end of the month, I again heard an echo, “out like a lion…”

In slow motion... seriously, it was like a movie... I swung my eyes around from my wall calendar to my office window and saw this:

 

This isn't exactly the scene I saw.
I had to go outside to get this photo. 
I don't exactly see this view from my office window.

But you get the idea.

 
 
Yes, what's that?  SNOW!  Yes, really!  At first I thought it wouldn't stick... it wasn't coming down very heavily. But in a couple of hours, yes, it started to gather atop the bushes, trees, cars and grass. 
 
 

It was really WET snow too... by the time I was done
taking these few photos,my hair was soaked!

 
And this goose dude was not happy…
 

I didn't get a closer picture because I was afraid I'd scare
him into trying to cross the road...
and I didn't want some A-hole to hit him
(or her, I can't tell). 

...no, (s)he did not look pleased at all.

As much as I love snow, neither am I, really. I gotta say, neither am I.