I never really cared for the month of March. There are no holidays in March, and here in New England it’s still cold, even though spring starts on the 21st. Blustery, muddy March. Rainy days led to historic flooding in Rhode Island at the end of March 2010.
We’re all just so weary from this past winter, the never-ending snow, mountains of it taller than the average person. My husband calls it an unlucky month – I guess he has cause. He lost two family members on the same date in March. I quit my job in March four years ago, a job that likely would have given me a heart attack or stroke.
And yet…..and yet. I can’t write this post without trying to turn it around somehow. There are patches of grass visible. Even crocus in some spots. We had a 50-plus degree day this past week, a sweet promise of weather to come. So celebrate the feast of St. Patrick this Tuesday, and smile!
By the calendar, anyway. Who knows? My husband told me this morning we may have a snowstorm next week. (Can you hear me screaming?)
My last few posts have been more somber, I realize. That was intentional. It’s been a rough month so far. My father-in-law hates this month; after all, he lost his father and his wife on March 18th, in 1968 and 1993, respectively. And I’m beginning to think he may be right about March. The brother of a dear friend, a college pal, and a former boss, all have passed this month, all around the same age (58,57, 60).
And yet here we are, on the first day of spring. Rebirth, regeneration, and hope.
“Spring is God’s way of saying, ‘One more time!'” — Robert Orben
Note: I’m preparing for the April “A to Z Blogging Challenge,” so this will likely be the past post until April 1. I hope you’ll join me for my alphabetical posts all month long (except Sundays).
How do you feel about the month of March? Is it all about Saint Patrick’s Day and green beer? Here in Rhode Island, Saint Joseph’s Day (the 19th) is nearly as popular, mostly for the zeppoles.
My father-in-law, and now my husband, hate the month of March. Both believe that nothing good comes during the month. My husband’s father’s father died on March 18, 1968. His wife, my husband’s mother, died on the same day in 1993. My father-in-law’s birthday is March 6, but he doesn’t want to celebrate anymore, and presently we are awaiting the results of some medical tests that could hold good (whew) or difficult news. Since the results will be revealed in March, both men in my life are convinced the news will be bad.
I’ve never looked at March that way. March means spring in the northern hemisphere, and even though we may have a last burst of winter in March, snow that falls and sticks to the grass won’t last. The days are longer – Daylight Saving Time in the United States begins at 2:00 AM on Sunday, March 10 this year! Here are some of the other, positive aspects of the month of March:
It’s International Francophone Month and International Francophone Day on March 22 (égalité, complémentarité, solidarité)