Dear March,

I'm so glad you're here. February was a bitch this year and you're a sight for sore eyes. I love you because you always bring me liberation. The extra daylight you give is a much needed dose of anti-depressant and the knowledge that full-on spring is near helps me breathe easier. Passover falls within your days and it always helps to officially close the door on winter and usher in the new season.

So far since you've been here I've: started swimming classes with my two year old visited with my brother (who lives on the other coast)

taken my boys on a tour of some of their mamma's childhood landmarks

spent hours trying to remove Vaseline from my eleven year old's hair. (Don't waste your breath leaving me comments with your suggestions as to how this can be accomplished. I promise you if it's a 'trick' for removing Vaseline from your hair, I already know about it.) sorely neglected my dear blog started designing three new website projects attended the inaugural meeting of the NYC Metro Mod Quilter's Guild had lots of fun searching through overlooked photos to play along with 'For the Love of Color' week on Flickr

Before you leave I hope to: photograph a dozen sunrises

put away my wool socks (until October)

watch my son in his first middle school play (guess what: It's Grease. The Vaseline thing starting to make sense now?) launch a new collaborative photo project with a friend travel somewhere warm and tropical with my family procrastinate about finishing a few lingering projects

paint my toenails pink.

Thanks for everything March.

Love, Amy

UncategorizedAmy Drucker