March comes in like a lion, and goes out like a lamb.
Except maybe this year. We’ve had some really warm weather. I stopped wearing a jacket and put on my warm weather capris. And then it was twenty degrees. At least I had my gloves. I can usually get away with just getting in and out of the car if I have my gloves and my snood to cover my neck.
My March has a full calendar.
My oldest baby turns twenty. Twenty!
I have several spiritual retreats that I am looking forward to participating in, including a weekend retreat with artist Brother Mickey McGrath, a wonderful inspiration and teacher.
Our parish is having a parish mission for lent, which I’ve never done before, so I’m very excited for that.
Daylight savings time, and spring are both coming.
This month is no longer than any of the other thirty-one day months, but it has always felt like the longest month. It seems to go on forever, and sometimes that’s okay, but sometimes I wish it would just end. There are also no school holidays in March so that may be where the feeling comes from.
March has only begun and it is here to stay.