Marching On

It’s March,

and here,

in an unusual meteorological twist,

the weather is lovely and truly spring-like.

This month,

I’ve turned another year older,

(belated birthday giveaway coming soon)

given my porch rocker its first workout of the year,

and eaten my fill

of PW’s Chocolate Cake.

 With all this spring fever and chocolate,

I should be sharing

in the spirit of renewal and hope

budding out all around.

March never makes me feel like that.

Instead, I confess

the crud,

too little exercise and too little sleep,

and a host of other things, large and small,

have made March feel like Mile 13 of a marathon.

My Father is speaking to me:

Hold fast.

Run strong.

So I keep running.

How’s your race this week?

Be blessed,

Ginger