A friend was telling me this week how much she loved March because each day held the promise of spring. I told her I did not like March at all because it always seemed to have more winter than spring and that the March winds are always some of the worst in the year.
The day after my talking with her, I experienced those terrible winds in Big Sandy where coming out of the east, there must have been gusts of more than 40mph.
Many is the cabin on Clear Creek that I spent nights in March when I thought the roof was going to blow right off. That never happened but I still think it could easily have...
