March In Like A Lion

If it's true that March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb, then we're in for more roaring weather. Fog descended across the Piedmont of North Carolina last night, draping the hills in misty gauze. The tall pines poked through the shroud like the sentinels they are. I snapped this shot of my backyard with the mist settled into the pockets beyond the treeline. I awoke this morning to the tap-dancing of rain on the roof. Bring on the spring.