1367. March is the month of expectation… ~Emily Dickinson

The March wind roars
Like a lion in the sky,
And makes us shiver
As he passes by.
When winds are soft,
And the days are warm and clear,
Just like a gentle lamb,
Then spring is here.
~Author Unknown

Well, as usual March blew in hard and fast, and its gusty winds did indeed roar and prowl about like the a lion most every day. And before the month came to and end yesterday, tornados blew into our area 4 prior to its demise, which will have more than likely driven off any remaining vestiges of Old Man Winter’s wiles. Though springtime has newly sprung, sadly here it appears summer’s fires are already being stoked. So it seems that spring will be short lived, and we will most surely be in for one long, long, long hot summer. Springtime may not only be very short-lived but this year’s has also not been as stellar as those of the past few years. However, as abbreviated and limited as it may be, I couldn’t let it pass without sharing its glory.

It all started with the redbud tree
which began showing color almost
at the very onset of the month.

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Then the wisteria dangled and
spread its richly scented purple
lusciousness around the yard.

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Not to be out done the tulips tiptoed
around underneath a garden fountain.

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Then the roses commenced setting buds
and some have already opened to release
their prodigious and assorted aromas.

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Next the clematis vines embarked on
their climbs and some have even set their
pointy buds, while a few have actually
opened to display their magical deliciousness.

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Thereupon the gulf penstemmon pushed
up their tall spires and are now ringing
their dainty, purply “tinkling” fairy bells.

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About that time the colorful columbines
proceeded to prance around buffeted by
our north and south, high gusting winds.

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Finally the poppies sent up their nodding buds
that quite soon stood ever so tall and straight,
which is their modus operandi, before popping
open to jitterbug upon the whimsy of the winds.

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Flowers appear on the earth; the season of singing has come, the cooing of doves is heard in our land. ~Song of Songs 2:12  ✝

18 thoughts on “1367. March is the month of expectation… ~Emily Dickinson

  1. Sorry to hear about your weather. We had a snow, sleet, rain storm that started slowly yesterday afternoon and is still happening now, more than 24 hours later..although the end is near. March came in like a lion, left like a lion, and still “lioning it up” HA! for April 1st. Seeing your flowers gives me hope…:>

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  2. I can’t believe how much further along your bountiful blooming is from ours…but I think it was that last wicked cold snap—it had killed all the fresh blooming…so we’re playing a bit of catch up—-another cold snap predicted for later this week but nothing nearly as detrimental lows in the 40’s—a true blackberry winter I suppose….but I am more than ready just to bask mindlessly in some warm sun….
    hope all is well in Texas as I’ve been rather out of pocket these past couple of weeks…
    time to get back in the saddle!!!!!
    yeeeehaaaaaa

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    • Wow! Be glad if it because maybe you won’t have the summer from hell that we’re gonna be in for‼ I’m so glad to hear from you again and pray that soon you will indeed be basking mindlessly in some warm sun❣😘

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