Each morning grows a little longer, with the courage of sleepy animals waking up from their rest, as March begins to rouse nature awake and everything once dormant is now about to bloom.
The Snowdrops bow in peaceful prayer like tiny prophets dressed in white, offering a blessed hope of a brighter tomorrow. We begin to trust in growth, and in the sure promise of new buds unfurling into cheerful green leaves.
Even the rain falls differently, like a pattering rhythm, unlike the sodden grey downpour of a cold day in mourning. The Sun begins to smile upon puddles and changes them into mirrors revealing the cloudy bluing sky.
The air softens, and the chill no longer bites instead, it carries a fresh breeze of new life and so many possibilities. March will bring something so very beautiful, and I cannot wait to feel alive again.
Optimistically, I am happy to greet this new month with positive thoughts. The only thing that makes me grumpy about March is the daylight saving when the clocks go forward and we loose an hour in bed on British Mothering Sunday of all days, but I think that I still deserve an extra hour in bed.