March. A month that lies in between the eight foot icicles, frozen streams, and elegant ice falls of February and the flower strewn forests and the lively greenery of April.
If we did not have March, the month of April would not be possible. The maple tree that waits for warmer weather is fresh with buds, exploding into minute ends of red fingers knowing that this is the month to begin its next growth ring. Daffodils or Easter flowers as we call them push forth from a muted decaying leaf bed. The daffodil is one of the first new greens of the growing season and when its yellow flow bursts forth, glowing like the sun put on earth, we smile. This flower is a sign that spring has arrived even though the calender says winter.
Our world is tilting us ever so slightly back each day and we welcome its return. Thank You March!