Dear, sweet March:
Welcome back, my beloved friend. I have been waiting for you. I am so giddy at your arrival.
Month of hope and promises. Month of mud and buds. Month of beginnings, including my own. I promise not to expect things from you. I will just let you be you and enjoy you as you are.
So do your lion/lamb thing. Bring rain and, even, I hear it told, some snow later today. But, please, also bring your light at six o’clock, your daffodils and crocus, your whiff of something new.
How you warm and thrill me, old, secret friend. How right you feel after the inward focus of winter, the bracing cold, the gorgeous snow. How you build a bridge to other things I also love.
How you make my heart sing. Welcome.