March is neither winter nor spring. Its weather is not its own. Anything can happen this month, and usually does. It’s best to call it an empty space that other seasons pass through. Its best to pass through with the same closure and readiness. Expecting stable weather from March is a colonial approach. We could stop it easily. After all, look at the variations over just eight years!
March 8, 2019
March 25, 2018
March 13, 2017
March, 2016
March 14, 2015
March 5, 2014
March 7, 2013
March 17, 2012
Many people in town today were cold in this weather. Of course. You don’t go out in this weather to get warm. You go out to see how far your warmth will carry you. It is a conversation with the sky. Cold is one of its words, but not its only one. The trick is, you have to be there in the conversation to be there when the warm ones are said.
March 16, 2015
Five minutes later, it just might snow.
Categories: Atmosphere, Earth, Gaia, Nature Photography
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It is also a time of migration; the swallows, ospreys and pensioners are heading north and will arrive towards the month’s end.
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Well said. The migratory ones have been hanging around here for some time, in a holding pattern. The most obvious changes have been deer slinking away to their March hideaways and hawks coming in for the year. No swallows yet. You live in a truly blessed clime!
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In a novel I read a while back that was set in Cleveland, the author called this time of year “wet winter”. Winter, wet winter, and then, if we’re lucky, a touch of spring before summer sets in!
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I like that!
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A wise and beautiful post – thank you!
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I love it – March is an odd month, and you’ve illustrated that beautifully. As usual, in both words and images.
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And today a rattlesnake. May the wonders never cease.
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In spite of everything, the wonders abide. đŸ™‚
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