Algernon Charles Swinburne called it — the maddest and gladdest of months (March: An Ode). Truly, Mr. Swinburne — oh, I wish I was writing historical — I would agree.
Whether March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb or vice versa, — and I sincerely hope it’s the vice and not the versa — it’s a plump month.
We’re going to spriiiing forward to daylight-saving time, which I don’t understand. Daylight-saving sounds to me like we’re going to throw it in the trunk — bam, click. Good-bye daylight until next year. Pretty thrifty, huh?
We’re going green on St. Patrick’s Day; but mostly we’re talking clothes, beer, hair, fountains and waterways here — not your basic eco-friendly green.
The periscopes will go up on the first day of spring. In denial, we’ll throw back the tops on those convertibles and dream of flip flops and tankinis. Yeah. Elen’s a northern bunny.
Children and adults everywhere will hide and hunt eggs and jellybeans and totter around in a chocolate haze, while fuzzy little chickies run for their lives! Run, chicky, run!
Embrace it! It’s a month of observances — religious and otherwise.
After which, we all tumble into April showers! Something to look forward to.