I’ve been thinking — while staring at the very ugly day outside — that March has gotten a bad rap, that perhaps it doesn’t deserve all the negativity that we associate with it. March, in fact, brings many gifts.
In three short weeks, the first day of spring will officially arrive. The very word spring seems like a cruel joke here in Nova Scotia today, but three weeks can bring enormous change. In just one week, those of us who change to Daylight Savings Time will gain another hour of light. Shadows shorten; days lengthen. That in itself seems to signal that the possibility of spring is real.
Toward the latter part of the month, most gardens in this area may have crocuses, hyacinths, daffodils, and tulips, those glorious harbingers of spring. It’s not unusual to find fragrant clumps of mayflowers in bloom toward the end of March. Robins and even hummingbirds may make an appearance as well. Pussy willows will burst forth and, if Nature is very kind, we may even hear those first tentative notes of the Spring Peepers Chorus.
Ice and snow will slowly disappear. Brooks and streams will swell with the winter melt and tumble melodiously once again. Breezes will surprise us with a warmer and gentler caress. The sun will hold a heat that you didn’t recognize just a few weeks earlier.
Our worlds will look a whole lot different in thirty days or so. So I’ve decided to give March the benefit of the doubt and wait to see what gifts she delivers after all.