I feel about March much the way that Jodi of BloomingWriter does — she calls it Farch, as here on the Fundy shores, it often seems that February and March meld together to form one long, grey month. March is coming in like a lion here in Nova Scotia — we’re expecting snow and blowing snow…changing to rain this evening…then back to snow again tomorrow. Only a few inches are forecast, but it sure adds to the Farch-like feel of this time of year. Hopefully, it will go out like a lamb, as the saying goes.
The only thing I have in bloom right now is the miniature rose I received for Valentine’s Day. The cat, believe it or not, had a good munch on a few of the blooms (yes, it’s thorny!), but it continues to thrive and even has some new growth. Hopefully, it will survive long enough to transplant it later. When it warms up. When Farch is over.
The poem below seemed perfect for the day. The first day of March. The Garden Blogger’s Muse Day.
Kind-hearted, spite of ugly looks and threats,
And, out of sight, art nursing April’s violets!”
– Helen Hunt Jackson