The Week Of Never Ending Snow

Of all the months...March is the trickiest and the most fickle. It is the one month out of the year when you can experience spring, summer, and winter all within a span of a few short hours. It is a month of false starts, of subtext, and of plot twists.

Its a month where my boys and I talk about baseball while watching hockey. Where we toss a baseball while standing in late winter snow. March is a month where while standing under a steel gray sky you can safely speak of a feeling of spring in the air.

March is a month where it can be snowing and feel like spring. This week, where it snowed every day, the sky still thinks its winter, while the earth, as it melts snow as soon as it hits the ground, insists that spring is here. It is still winter yet running through most of the month is a subtext of spring.

With certain months you know exactly what you are going to get. Its going to be hot and humid in July and cold with snow in January. March, on the other hand, you never quite know what you are going to get. As with life, March is full of surprises and the unexpected. March is a reminder that the expected can bring good things...like a gloriously sunny day at the end of a week of never ending snow.