The lamb and the lion

This was a quiet day that included a double-batch of chocolate chip cookies, a behind-the-plexiglass hockey game, and finally, my toddler napping in my lap. Today, when I found I didn't have to button my coat to my chin, and that I was content with bare calves to follow the scooter round the cul-de-sac, I welcomed this lamb of a day. The soft ears and fuzzy fur of this easy Saturday will surely morph into the lion that early March promises to be when tomorrow night's sleet and snow sweep over our pleas for spring. It will even open its mouth wide to roar in protest when I put my toes on the starting line of this busy month. Still, it's nice to know the lamb has already shown its face--it is sure to return. In the meantime, I will  pray that during this duplicitous month, the lion and lamb will lie together.