March On

 

Dear March,

You are one of my favorite months of the year. You are the harbinger of spring, easing the transition from the quiet of winter to the bustle of activity as the earth wakes from its slumber. Birds are returning from their yearly sojourn, singing sweetly among the trees, whose branches are beginning to bud and blossom with new life. You have a bit of whimsy as you include St. Patrick’s Day, my favorite minor holiday. You also hold within your fleeting hours my birthday and the birthdays of many others, all of whom are as special and unique as you are, March. I used to think that spring a weak season, lacking the bitter cold of winter or the pounding heat of summer, but it is not weak at all. Spring is bendable, transitioning between two extremes and full of the perseverance of perennial life. March, you are a wonder, a magical month full of possibilities and roads untraveled.

March On,

Stephanie