Hello March!
You are a double-minded month that holds tight to both winter and spring, and in these early days you are showering us with snowy sleet, and chilly gray skies.
I’m not complaining – as if you could hear me. This time last year, on a sunny day you roared through and knocked out our power!
Peg Bracken summed you up, dear March:
lean month
mean month
branch all bare
rag mouth
hag mouth
curlers in your hair
(The I Hate to Cook Almanck, page 59)
But you also bring daffodils. So, all is forgiven.
I am a bit double-minded this month too.
Mementoes from celebrations just past linger. The Christmas wreath, and a set of window candles are still up and glowing, and the Valentine flag still flutters.
Why waste batteries, or wrestle with a flagpole in cold soupy weather? Plus, a reminder of love, romance, hearts and flowers, is a good thing.
Indoor Plants LIVE!
What’s more, the 2018 poinsettia and Christmas hydrangea live! Another miracle memento is the Christmas cactus, now three years old, survives! In addition, a straggly IKEA plant lives too in its perfect pot that pleads, Please Don’t Die!
Not that I will win any awards, but, I am glad to finally master a few gardening tricks. A little water, consistently applied, and a gentle dose of sunlight are tonics for plants and people.
Learning to be kind and useful — offering a little cup of water, or being a bit of sunshine in these days — sounds old-fashioned, doesn’t it? Not to the one who is thirsty or lost, though.
The way to love anything is to realize that it may be lost. ~G. K. Chesterton
So, welcome you month of memories and hope; come August, Lord willing, I’ll remember these chilly days with longing fondness. See an earlier post: August: It’s Dog Days Can Still Be a Delight.