With rushing winds and gloomy skies The dark and stubborn Winter dies: Far-off, unseen, Spring faintly cries, Bidding her earliest child arise; March! (Bayard Taylor)
It’s the beginning of the mad days of March, and the first day of yet another month to fill up with bold numbers on my little calendar over there on our right. If this year ever ends I will probably go back to posting bi-yearly. No, really, I’m having a blast, I swear. When the swearing gets out of control you’ll know it’s no longer such a fun process.
I’ve heard the “in like a lion, out like a lamb” saying my whole life but today is not very lion-like. There’s a bit of snow falling, but it’s not blustery and it’s only 13 below. After tomorrow, we’re supposed to get sunshine for a week. March winds, April showers, Bring forth May flowers….yes, we’re headed for spring. Yay!
(Use your imagination. There’s green grass under there somewhere.)
Today is also National Pig Day, but I don’t think we’re supposed to celebrate that by roasting pork. And it’s St. David’s Day in the UK, and Peanut Butter Lover’s Day wherever lovers of peanut butter hang out. I’m content to simply celebrate my Thursday off, enjoying the early March weather by staying out of it, and savoring the view from every window in my house. Or the vague reflection of it on my kindle screen – even better.