On March

I'm glad it's March. March is the month of change. 

March is when the dark and cold winter gives way to the spring, the season of promise and hope. It's when the frost melts and the sun breaks through and the whole world, it seems, is renewed, refreshed, revived. 

Sometimes the transition is beautifully blissful: one day it's cloudy and the next it's bright, one day it's icy and the next, buds are popping up out of nowhere and suddenly there are blossoms on the flowers, on the bushes, on the trees. And it stays that way. That's the kind of March that everyone loves. 

Sometimes, though, the transition from winter to spring is bumpy. Sometimes there are thunderstorms and rain and battering winds. Sometimes, you'll get a week of beautiful weather and then, all of a sudden, you're hit with a bout of dreary, depressing days with no sunlight. 


But it's okay, because if you wait it out, spring will come, and summer will follow. 


"The Night is mother of the Day,
The Winter of the Spring,
And ever upon old Decay
The greenest mosses cling."
(John Greenleaf Whittier)