“March ~ unfurling petals, the breathless warmth of the shy sun, soft chirps, lightness on your feet spreading into your soul, the sweet scent of blooming, clear droplets, lush of green, the wonder as the world unwraps itself anew.” ~ unknown
Good Sunday morning, sweet friends. We have beautiful blue skies this morning and I hope you do as well.
In years past, the month of March has not been a favorite of mine. If you have never lived in the south, especially along the coast, you most likely will not understand the term, ‘horizontal rain.’ It is rain that comes heavy, in horizontal sheets, and will soak you to the bone in a matter of seconds. The Virginia coast has an abundance of such days during March. So, I came to the conclusion the only good thing about March was our many family birthdays and daffodils. However, for the most part, the mountains keep such unpleasant things away from us. Which, makes me happy to once again say, “March is a welcome sight.” This year, she arrived with blue skies and a symphony of bird songs. Clearly placing her in my good graces.
“Snowdrops: Theirs is a fragile but hardy celebration. . .in the very teeth of winter.” ~ Louise Wilder
The first of many blooms which come to remind us of the magnificent beauty about to unfold are snowdrops. . . and ours are blooming! I checked them a few weeks ago before the snow. They were up about three inches. Then, they were under considerable snow and endured several bitterly cold days and nights. And, today they are blooming. Wow, isn’t nature grand? It seems as though I have more appreciation than usual for the smallest of things about to appear on this earth. I believe COVID has been a stern teacher of appreciation for the gift of life, nature, beauty, and celebrating these things. Certainly, snowdrops are a celebration. A few of them in a tiny vase are a delightful welcome on a cold spring morning. I enjoy keeping them on the kitchen window sill.
“March brings breezes loud and shrill, Stirs the dancing daffodil…” ~ Sara Coleridge
March brings us the brilliant and dazzling daffodils. Would spring even seem like spring without them? They are certainly a marvelous feast for our eyes after a long winter. We are promised blue skies, sunshine, and warm temperatures this week, so many of our daffodils should open. Namely, the King Alfred daffodils (photo above) which are mostly on the east side of our home. Many other varieties are just peeking through the soil. A few years ago I wrote a lengthy post about daffodils and at the end of the post, I listed several reliable sources from which to order unique and beautiful bulbs. Should you be interested, visit here.
“March came in that winter like the meekest and mildest of lambs, bringing days that were crisp and golden and tingling, each followed by a frosty pink twilight which gradually lost itself in an elfland of moonshine.” ~ Lucy Maud Montgomery
March truly is a wondrous month. There are precious and fascinating things happening. Lambing season begins in late January, and by April most new lambs are on the ground. Lambs are so sweet and playful. As they grow and leap in the air, we are reminded of how very dear life is. If you know of a farm close to you that has sheep, take a country drive, park your car and prepare to be entertained. Lambs can put on quite the show.
Sitting in the sunshine, it is also a joy to watch the little birds as they carry straw to build their nests. They seem so happy and we never hear them complain about their work. It is amazing to actually examine a bird’s nest and see how tightly it is woven, by such gifted master builders.
There is so much to see while enjoying a wee rest in nature. For instance, to see a courting pair of cardinals with the male feeding the female. This is part of their courtship ritual and he appears to be kissing her.
“By March, the worst of the winter would be over. The snow would thaw, the rivers begin to run and the world would wake into itself again.” ~ Neil Gaiman
Elizabeth Lawrence told us, “We must take time to sit and watch the leaves turn.” I also believe she would have wanted us to take time to sit and watch the buds burst forth into their exquisite beauty. I am comfortable in saying this as she was an internationally known garden writer and according to House and Garden is among the top twenty-five gardeners of all time. She obviously had a great appreciation for the wonders of this world.
Dear friends, thank you so much for your visit and I hope you have enjoyed my thoughts ‘About March.”
Know I wish you and yours a splendid day.
And . . .
“May you have warm words on a cold evening, a full moon on a dark night, and a smooth road all the way to your door.” ~ Irish Blessing
“March is the month of expectation, the things we do not know. . .” ~ Emily Dickinson
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