March 11 - Coffee and cheesecake at Poet's
Courthouse Square wet and rainy painted with Brushstroke
Rainbow-colored pavement outside MickyD's
March 12 - Snowy day Cold North windy day
Every time
March 14 - Pi Day - Or Pie Day as we like to think of it - an excuse to indulge in a circular frozen sweet treat from the DQ (MM Treatzza Pizza!)
"The constant pi, denoted , is a real number defined as the ratio of a circle's circumference to its diameter
It has been represented by the Greek letter "π" since the mid-18th century, though it is also sometimes spelled out as "pi". Being an irrational number, π cannot be expressed exactly as a common fraction (equivalently, its decimal representation never ends and never settles into a permanent repeating pattern)."
Math was never my thing.
Don't say I never taught ya nothin'
March 16 - made it pop with a filter in Snapseed
"The constant pi, denoted , is a real number defined as the ratio of a circle's circumference to its diameter
It has been represented by the Greek letter "π" since the mid-18th century, though it is also sometimes spelled out as "pi". Being an irrational number, π cannot be expressed exactly as a common fraction (equivalently, its decimal representation never ends and never settles into a permanent repeating pattern)."
Math was never my thing.
Don't say I never taught ya nothin'
March 16 - made it pop with a filter in Snapseed
March 17 - Saint Paddy's Day - The story goes that wearing green makes you invisible to leprechauns, who will pinch only those they can see - Knox was safe - Grandpa not so much -
Nice to have a helper to do the yard work hard work
Nice to have a helper to do the yard work hard work
March 21 - First full day of Spring - yep, it snowed ....
.... but it was all gone by sunset
December days were brief and chill,
The winds of March were wild and drear,
And, nearing and receding still,
Spring never would, we thought, be here.
~Arthur Hugh Clough (1819–1861)
December days were brief and chill,
The winds of March were wild and drear,
And, nearing and receding still,
Spring never would, we thought, be here.
~Arthur Hugh Clough (1819–1861)
