In March

In March, the earth slowly begins the warming process to encourage plants. Sometimes that is a cruel trick.

In March, the weather is unpredictable. One day it might be warm and sunny, but overnight winds bring snow to blanket the earth.

In March, clocks spring forward an hour. An hour lost takes its toll on a body.

In March, the world exclaims, “I’m Irish!” for a day. Many dress in green devouring corned beef and cabbage.

In March, the trees hide no secrets, revealing broken limbs and nesting places.

Slowly, the buds of new growth appear. A few leaves unfurl,

 

 

brilliant blossoms appear.

In March, a spring’s gate opens wide to welcome the green back from its winter’s rest. Bulbs planted in fall push dirt aside to claim their space.

In March, animals shake slumber of hibernation off. Birds flit, collecting bits of grass, twigs, strings for new nests.

In March, people write more every day to meet a challenge. Writing friends, old and new, share a slice of their life. Writers play with words to preserve a thought or perhaps a moment observed.

In March, the world grows a little bit smaller because of the Slice of Life Challenge. Congratulations to all who have written this month.

Perhaps you recognized my mentor text for this post, In November by Cynthia Rylant
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