March has finally arrived – the month I dislike the most. Already I’m hearing excited comments anticipating the arrival of spring, but March never holds that promise for me. She is the moody, mean-spirited bitch of the calendar.
I’ve tried to come to terms with the fact that March is a shameless bully. Beautiful sunny days with a hint of warmer weather to come are then unceremoniously dumped in favour of bitter winds and random snowstorms …. like right now. When she really has herself worked up, she can deliver it all in one day.
To make matters worse, it is such a looooong month – or maybe 31 days of Her Unpleasantness just seems really long. June and September are both very respectable months … why can’t we borrow a few days from March and make them longer instead?
If ever we needed an early arrival of spring weather and warmer days, it is this year. It’s been a brutal winter and I don’t think I’m the only one looking for an end to it. For now however, it seems that March has decided to cling tenaciously to her frosty temperment.
No – March and I are definitely not friends.