http://www.saturdayeveningpost.com/2010/03/20/art-literature/artists-illustrators/march-winds.html OFFICIAL WEBSITE Fri, 10 Feb 2012 18:45:55 +0000 hourly 1 http://www.saturdayeveningpost.com/2010/03/20/art-literature/artists-illustrators/march-winds.html/comment-page-1#comment-9110 Frank James Davis Tue, 23 Mar 2010 11:13:57 +0000 http://www.saturdayeveningpost.com/?p=18798#comment-9110 March blows in, cooling already chilly surroundings. Difficult to categorize, it simultaneously serves as wake for Old Man Winter and blustery harbinger to Spring. If it were a color, this surly month would surely be gray. Defying global warming, March enters like a lion and, often, goes out the same way; a trying, necessary--ultimately rewarding--passage. March blows in, cooling already chilly surroundings. Difficult to categorize, it simultaneously serves as wake for Old Man Winter and blustery harbinger to Spring.
If it were a color, this surly month would surely be gray. Defying global warming, March enters like a lion and, often, goes out the same way; a trying, necessary–ultimately rewarding–passage.

]]> http://www.saturdayeveningpost.com/2010/03/20/art-literature/artists-illustrators/march-winds.html/comment-page-1#comment-9042 jonibee Sun, 21 Mar 2010 11:59:45 +0000 http://www.saturdayeveningpost.com/?p=18798#comment-9042 It's funny how a picture can remind us of our past, I can certainly remember how the wind sometimes would howl and blow throwing a fright into me.. It’s funny how a picture can remind us of our past, I can certainly remember how the wind sometimes would howl and blow throwing a fright into me..

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