I can’t believe it’s 1st of March already! Doesn’t time fly by? It seems only yesterday that it was Christmas! Yes, I know I’m starting to sound like my grandmother but time does appear to pass more quickly as you get older, there’s no doubt about that. Even DD2, who’s just 19, mentioned that fact a few days ago. She told me that a week’s holiday in our tent used to feel like forever when she was little whereas now a week away is gone before you’ve got there almost.
I always think March is a good month. Spring starts to show her face around this time of the year and although the daffodils, periwinkles and primulas have been blooming in my garden for a couple of weeks already, other plants will start springing into life throughout the month. Birds will start looking for nesting places and squabbling over the best ones, and hibernating creatures will start emerging after their long sleep. In the countryside the first lambs will be in the fields, kicking up their heels and bringing a smile to people's faces.
North Wales, on a misty March morning.
March 23rd will be Easter Sunday so a few days beforehand I’ll try to find some young birch twigs that I can take in and put in water. It’s a Norwegian Easter tradition to bring spring into the house this way, usually with colourful feathers attached to the twigs. It's a tradition I love. The bright green of the new leaves as they emerge always cheers me up and remind me that another winter is finally going to have to give way to bright early mornings and long, light evenings.
The first official day of spring is on March 21st which follows the Spring Equinox on the previous day. Traditionally we should plant seeds on that day so I’ll have to try to get hold of some wild flower seeds to throw around the garden. I know that’s not proper sowing but it’ll have to do.
Oh, I love this time of year. It’s so full of hope and anticipation.
Sharon J xx