March, I will be glad to see the back of you!
Indeed you were more temperate and fair that was February,
still you were cold and fickle. Leaving me to pine for the first snowdrops, that
usually sprout in February, and are only now breaking through the frozen ground.
And for turning the first spadesful of rich earth in my garden which is still covered in it's wintery blanket of dirty snow, I find it delightful to spade while the snowflakes drift down, but not when the ground is a frozen tundra.
The snow that fell in January has still not melted away, and the woodpile
shrinks with each passing day, the trails are covered with compacted
ice and snow. and almost impossible to walk, I long now for the thaw.
March began with record cold and many days of below normal temperatures.
The month that came in like a lion and goes out like a lamb, is
going out like a lamb that needs warm wooly longjohns.
Now as the sun sets on the next to the last day of March, it's snowing, and 4 or more inches are predicted by morning. There is really nothing unusual in that, or in the winds howling around the house. This afternoon I busied myself picking up downed limbs and pinecones in the yard. Low gray clouds, chilly raindrops, and occasionally a few large snowflakes, it weren't for the birds chirping along the edge of the wood and the few bold enough to be hunting for food in the leaf litter, I would have thought it was December. Then the sun broke through the clouds,at least for awhile.
OH, what a magical thing is a solar eclipse, on the first day of spring, when the moon is nearest the earth, and therefore a "supermoon"! magical indeed, even though I live on the wrong side of the globe, through the magic of my internet machine I can still see the eclipse, come to think of it I can sit in my favorite chair, listen to music, drink good coffee and watch the eclipse. This is good. I love technology!, well usually anyway.
Ever since I saw "A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court" I have been curious about eclipses, and when I was in grade school I recall the elaborate precautions that were advised, and rightly so. to protect ones eyes. But what I recall most is how exciting it was, and still is to see an eclipse, lunar or solar it doesn't matter, and it is exciting to me still. So I have collected some things for your edification.
The Solar Eclipse Of 2015 Will Be Visible Only In Europe, But That Doesn't Mean We All Can't Join In The Fun
Lots and lots and awholellota talk about emails going around, so I think I will join in.
March is a month where the weather is always a surprise, and because of that the weather should surprise no one. Several days ago I got an email from a long time friend, and it closed with "shoveling her way to spring", and the next day I again had to shovel out my vehicle, and I kept repeating to myself "one shovelful closer to Spring" followed by a few choice expletives, well, I am human after all. I thought back to the older spinster who lived down the street from me when I was a kid, she went out late in the evening to shovel her steps and walkway, and as she did so she singsonged a string of expletives together, it became a work song of sorts and some nights it lulled us kids to sleep, and I sometime, OK often, I carry on the tradition. Of course trying to keep my mind fixed on how this could be the last big snow of the season. The weather warmed a little, and melting snow dripped from the eves, the temperature soared, no really it soared, into the 30s, it felt like a heatwave, no coats necessary when hauling out the scraps to the compost pile, shoes optional, sunglasses required, winter might not be over but it was broken. But today I wakened to a dusting of snow.
A few days ago the same friend sent me this quote, which I am eager to share with my good readers.
"Springtime is the land awakening. The March winds are the morning yawn."
Lewis McDonald Grizzard, Jr. (October 20, 1946 - March 20, 1994) was an American writer and humorist, known for his Southern demeanor and commentary on the American South. Although he spent his early career as a newspaper sports writer and editor, becoming the sports editor of the Atlanta Journal at age 23, he is much better known for his humorous newspaper columns in the Atlanta Journal-Constitution. He was also a popular stand-up comedian & lecturer
March winds are the morning yawn, the earth is awakening and deciding whether or not it wants to roll over and draw a blanket of snow around itself for a few more days, or get up andwander about and perhaps watch the cold sunrise before it takes another nap. Eventually it will rouse from its slumbers, to the sound of singing birds and go forth, set bud and flower. Winter in growing weary.