Tuesday, March 2, 2010
The Faces of March
March is a month of expectations. It is not quite spring but neither is it winter. Well, sometimes it is winter, March has the freedom of being both, one minute it is winter and the next moment it is spring. March is like a little child holding the masks of both of these seasons up to his face and trying them on.
Master March puts on his winter mask with sudden tantrums of snowstorms and sharp winds. He then tosses on his spring mask and the coltsfoot blooms, merrily yellow, in every little wet ditch alongside the township roads.