March Snow

The snow has decided to fall again. Though this is not surprising in many areas, it is here in the Pacific Northwest. March is a month with days of rain broken by days of sun. What happened? Five degrees colder than average, the weather report says. But for me, knowing the numbers doesn't make it any better. The wind still blows.

Yesterday it snowed then rained in the morning, hailed in the afternoon, then snowed again last night. What next? I am used to the rain, but the rest is just Mother Nature going over-the-top. It's just unnatural.

The flowers that have been blooming since February are hiding. Pulling their little heads with all that Spring color back underground. Trying to stay out of the way until the enemy finds another target. The hyacinths believe they have been transported to the high altitudes of the Himalayas, unprepared. They reach for warm air to breathe out their thick rich fragrance, but there is none.

To be honest, I've never really liked March. And I'm not just saying that because of the unexpected snow. Of course, I don't like March's unpredictability, but its lack of purpose, that's what bothers me the most. April has a reason. Without April there would be no May flowers. June, July August? They all have something to warrant a whole month. March just moves along at a snails pace, high stepping it like Hitler's armies.

Me? I think I'd be better off following the daffodils. My writing has become a little over-the-top. I'm blaming March.

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