Here’s to March

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)

Taken from my front door, entitled “Waste and Recycle Collection Day on Gillingham”.  Not as poetic as the above, but really, really close.

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.

Compared to Peanut Butter

I’m going to make another peanut butter sandwich. Want one?

(You love peanut butter more than you love me.)

Of course I don’t.

(Tell me what qualities I have that are just as good as the ones peanut butter has.)

I can do that.

(Good. Go ahead. Think of five.)

You’re smooth.
And soft and soothing.

(Like music?)

Like a summer breeze, like a baby’s sigh, like gentle rain, like fruit in a blender…..

(You should have stopped at gentle rain.)

Sorry.

(It’s okay. Keep going.)

You can also be nutty.
And funny, and off the wall.

(I love to make you laugh.)

You do it more than you realize.

(Hmmph. What else?)

You never need to be refrigerated.
(Come on! You can do better than that.)

You never cause me to suffer a severe allergic reaction.
(Well yay for that.)

Anaphylactic shock is nothing to roll your eyes about.

(No, you’re right. I’m glad I don’t cause you to break out in hives and stop breathing.)

It’s a definite plus in any relationship.

(One to go.)

You are creamy and spreadable and luscious.
(HEY! There’s no need to get all graphic!)

How else can I make you believe I love you more than I love my precious peanut butter?

(Well, okay, that last one did convince me.)

What do you love me more than?

(I guess you would like me to say something profound like ‘life itself’.)

Or, you could just show me how much you love me and whip up that peanut butter sandwich…..

(I suppose you’ve earned it.)

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