Paddy caps (hats) off to the Irish! March is a windy, sometimes chilly,
but joyous month when everyone becomes Irish on St. Patrick’s Day. In the
northern states, it’s also the month which can come roaring in like a lion with
cold blustery weather and go out with warmth and the softness of a lamb or—vice versa.
Everyone looks forward to March 20th, when spring is
supposed to march in and put an end to winter weather. Daffodils, the flower of
March, rear their sleepy heads and poke through the cold ground, bringing the color
of sunshine back to the drab flowerbeds.
Rain and mud are part of spring. If we’re fortunate, we might well see
the return of early migrating birds.
Birds that nest in the Northern Hemisphere tend to
migrate in spring to take advantage of burgeoning
insect populations, budding plants, and an abundance of nesting locations. I
love to step outside, search the sky, and listen when I hear the first flocks
of geese winging their way toward Canada.
For me, it’s also a bittersweet month. My mother passed away in the
month of March. Ironically, her birthday was on St. Patrick’s Day. For someone of
Polish ancestry, she was always a good sport and laughed and loved the cakes,
iced in green with shamrocks, we made to celebrate her special day.
Most of all, for those of us who like to garden, who like to watch
things grow, it’s an exciting month as we start planning the flowers,
vegetables, herbs, and other greenery we’d like to plant for the coming spring,
summer, and fall ahead. Last year, we had a bucket garden filled with a variety
of spices. This year, my husband has found a “vertical squash” plant we want to
grow. But that’s a story for another day.
Hats off to all… and to the month of March named for the Roman god of
war, Mars. May it be a prosperous and pleasing
one for all.
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