March...

There is something magical about the month of March. I like to think of it as a transitional month. Winter is securely fastened behind us and spring beckons. Each day there is some indication that a transformation is occuring...

Going down for the mail this afternoon, I was pleased to see the sun as it muscled its way through the winter sky. Its strength has improved substantially since last week and it looks as though it is going to overcome the waning piles of snow left by last week's winter visit. The muddy season approaches, but will soon be transformed into arable soil by the sun's warmth, and the winds that March usually brings.

My elementary school memories had us making kites, drawing fluffy clouds in art class, and attending recess sans winter wear. We knew, without being told, that the promise of warm weather brought new plans of sandlot baseball, bike rides, and neighborhood gatherings after being sequestered all winter. One could smell the transition in the air.

So, welcome, March. Work your magic for us. I'm glad you're here.