I think I might have discovered that happiest of mediums that March is all about.
Time enough to finish the sweaters and wraps while it’s still cold enough to want to.
(Come on spring storms, show me what you got — I need all the time I can get to finish that red one!)
With the blessed return of bees and birdsong and bursting little shoots in the garden saying,
fear not, woman, we’re almost there.
Which is good, because storms or not, I’m planting peas in just two more weeks.
And that’s the beauty of March.