Ah, March. The month when Mother Nature flips through her seasonal wardrobe like a woman standing in front of her closet, dramatically declaring she has nothing to wear.
One day, she’s bundled in a frosty winter coat, hurling icy winds at unsuspecting pedestrians just trying to grab their morning coffee. Then next? She’s flouncing around in a sundress, cranking the heat up to 20°C, laughing as we scramble to find our forgotten tank tops and sunglasses.
Weather forecasters try their best—bless them. They stand in front of their weather maps, pointing with the confidence of someone who has absolutely no idea what’s coming next. “Tomorrow will be sunny! Or rainy. Or possibly snowy with a chance of hail”. Honestly, they might as well predict the weather with a Magic 8-Ball—it’d be just as accurate.
But the nice thing about March—it gives us hope. We know winter can’t last forever. New growth, new life, and new adventures are just around the corner. Crocuses peek nervously out of the ground, checking to see if it’s safe to emerge. The neighbour who was buried under three feet of snow last week is now grilling outside like a true weather gambler. Birds return, chirping enthusiastically, and baby squirrels are raiding the bird feeders like tiny, fluffy bandits. Optimism prevails!
I like March. For our family, it’s a month of celebrations—two grandchildren have birthdays, and Chuck and I just celebrated our 57th anniversary. Good moods emerge, attitudes shift, and life feels a little brighter.
I’ve written the following poem to sum up my views on March, the month of both chaos and joy:
March: The Month of Mayhem and Mirth
Oh, March, you sneaky, silly thing,
You can’t decide if it’s winter or spring.
One day I bask in the sun’s warm embrace,
The next, I’m pelted with snow in my face.
The breeze plays tag with my runaway hat,
While squirrels look puzzled—What season is that?
Daffodils peek out, then shiver in fright—
“False alarm, folks! Back down, not tonight!”
The clocks spring forward, I lose precious sleep,
But sunsets stretch longer, the sky’s mine to keep.
Mud coats my shoes and invades all my floors—
Ah yes, March has arrived, and it’s kicking down doors.
Yet through all the chaos, I can’t help but smile—
March keeps life interesting, mile after mile.
So bring on the madness, the mess, and the cheer—
Because March means springtime is practically here.
Yes, March is unpredictable, dramatic, and a little exhausting—but it’s also a sign that spring is flirting with us. And soon, very soon, Mother Nature will settle down, pack away the mood swings, and finally let us enjoy a season where we kind of know how to dress.
So, in the meantime, some good advice—keep your long-johns right next to your tank tops. You know…just in case.
