March 2014

I think that of any month I am most happy to see March arrive, with all the sass and gusto. The first of March generally exhibits such drama, such vitality and a need to straighten out mess and clutter out after winter. I noticed the tulips have sent out the first leaves of the season in the flower beds in the front of the house and those yellow flowers as well. These early risers will get snowed on and even froze down maybe—if they do, however, they will return and return with a vengeance. I can also see the beginnings of the first buds on the trees in the front yard. They are going to bloom early, silly things they always do they never learn but enough blooms will survive to produce plumbs later in the Summer making Dianne and the birds happy things.

Dianne and her sister went to the market yesterday and brought home March food specifically a nice sized corned beef roast or what that cut of meat is called and a couple of heads of cabbage. We will dutifully cook this on St Patty's day and play like we're Irish. I hope there will be enough corned beef left over to make into hash—I loved corned beef hash, especially real hash—though I do love the 'dog food' looking stuff out of the can as well.

I find the feel of the day change totally from one day to he next—everything looks a little fresher, brighter and hope full on rising this March morning. It has to be psychological because nothing has really changed except for a little wind and some intermittent clouds. Technically we are still in winter but that is only on the calendar hanging in the bathroom—the birds outside my window are singing their brains out looking for someone and somewhere to mate, the birds are saying “Its Spring” and I am going to support the birds and their statements.

The days are cool and will continue for the next couple of week. All this week I have not really been wearing a coat when I have been out on the tarmac riding the trains and buses. I carried my heavy hooded sweatshirt draped round my shoulders or the head rest of my power-chair—and I confess I slipped the sweatshirt on for my ride home from Wellness. I settled for comfort and I was comfortable all the way home but the rest of the week I was jacket free and I felt great.

We have started the ritual of spring cleaning and Dianne is beginning to think about getting out in the garage and start pulling the tools out needed to help the dirt in the garden get ready to receive the seeds we will be planting this year with high hopes of produce in late summer and Fall. The seasons are changing and I am I feeling the awaking and I am excited to have these feelings—I am more excited to be alive once again to witness the change all is good.