If I weren’t so totally sick of winter, I may have done a better job embracing the “Promise of March.”
After all, it’s the month of spring, the vernal equinox, St. Patrick’s Day and March Madness - the annual NCAA college basketball tournament.
After all, it’s the month of spring, the vernal equinox, St. Patrick’s Day and March Madness - the annual NCAA college basketball tournament.
During this third month of the calendar year, long-awaited spring bulbs like snowdrops and crocuses bloom, and the sap of sugar maple trees begins to flow.
We all know robins and many other birds return in March, and what could be cuter than those pudgy-cheeked chipmunks as they scamper from their winter dens to gather food from the forest floor?
We all know robins and many other birds return in March, and what could be cuter than those pudgy-cheeked chipmunks as they scamper from their winter dens to gather food from the forest floor?
On the other hand, March marks the assassination of Roman military and political leader Julius Caesar (Ides of March) and the unpredictable and biting disposition of Mother Nature. (Yikes.)
To be perfectly honest, if March were a person who asked me for advice on how to do a better job of winning friends, I might suggest any type of yoga, serious anger management therapy or, in the least, some truly soulful meditation.
To be perfectly honest, if March were a person who asked me for advice on how to do a better job of winning friends, I might suggest any type of yoga, serious anger management therapy or, in the least, some truly soulful meditation.
But that’s just March and there are still lots of wonderful things to celebrate like emerging new plant growth, swelling leaf & flower buds, scampering forest creatures, quacking ducks and the kite-flying, Winds of Change.
But for me, the real March blessing: April is thankfully right around the corner.
But for me, the real March blessing: April is thankfully right around the corner.
"It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.”
- Charles Dickens, Great Expectations