Friday, March 1, 2013

March is restless and wild and windswept

March is restless and wild and windswept.

This is the month of sudden changes. One day the beginnings of spring are in the air, the next white flakes are flying. How many times the "last snow" falls or is it the first spring shower that happens to come down in flakes? A March snow serves a special purpose. Against its whiteness a rainbow of crocuses fairly preen themselves in sweeps and drifts along the gray stone walls.

In March winter is holding back and spring is pulling forward. Something holds and somethings pulls inside of us too. We are caught between two forces and sometimes nearly torn asunder. In the days of ghosts and witches, I'm sure that March was their season of special revels!

The restlessness in our bones responds to the wild restless winds of the month.
                                                     ---from The Shape of a Year
                                                    by Jean Hersey


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    1. I am so enjoying spending month-by-month with Ms. Hersey. She does capture the spell of the seasons.