Welcome, March
—Painting by Edith Holden, naturalist, artist, author, and art instructor (1871-1920)
Well, hello March. It’s been so long, and I’m delighted to see you back again. February and I don’t get along as well as I would like, but we’re making progress and our relations are more comfortable in recent years than they used to be. But you, March. You are lovely, a breath of potential that stirs me up and fills me with a yearning for adventure and romance.
Spring Signs
Everywhere the wind blows
There goes spring—
Red kites and blue kites
Are tugging at the string.
Walks have hardly dried
Until marbles roll about
Long before the colored flowers
In the fields are out.
Maybe there is frost yet
And a touch of snow,
But there are little spring-signs
Where the children go.
—Mildred Bowers Armstrong
