Oh, March. You are one of my favorite months. And it's not even because of my birthday. (Although there is that.)
It's mostly because of . . . this!
Oh, March, you usher in the end of the dreaded -uary months . . . and for that, I am grateful. (Because the -uary months are long, cold and dark.) I know. I know. I complain about your fickle weather, March. Your strong winds and occasional snow. The ugly and dull landscape. The mud. And that time change. (Ugh.)
There is much to celebrate about you, March! You bring spring. New life. Fresh air. Bird joy. Crocus blooms. Daffodils. Being able to work in my garden again. Kites. St. Patrick's Day. March Madness. Easter candy. The return of Oberon. My birthday.
Welcome, March! I'm so glad you're here.