
Dear March,
We want you to be something you are not, and we are sorry for that. I know. Our expectations are too high! But here’s the thing. You get us all excited when you warm up, but then there you go being all raw and windy again. What’s up with that? You can’t do that to us! Our sugar maples are chugging along doing their job, and then they get stuck.
You’re such a tease. You let our spring bulbs and forsythia think they have a chance and then WHAM! You bury them under snow and ice. Pretty soon they’re gonna give up trying, you know. And don’t get me started on the poor spring peepers and wood frogs. Come on! The poor things just finished up their state of torpor, and they’re all excited to get their spring thing on. The skunk cabbage is out, so it’s so confusing. Stop messing with them!
So what do you say? Keep being winter until it’s time to be spring. OK?
Sincerely,
New England
Thanks for wondering and wandering a bit with me today. And many thanks to the crew at Two Writing Teachers, and the extended SOL community, for giving us the time, space, and encouragement to live the writerly life here every Tuesday throughout the year and daily during the month of March. Happy Slicing!
