Last week, spring had sprung; all was chirping birds, and budding lilac bushes, and the smells of dust and diesel fumes from new road construction projects, and WARMTH.
This morning, we awoke to this.
I hate March.
Note: said hatred did not preclude me from traipsing out through the slushy lawn in my sandals to capture this photo because nothing less than the hackneyed picture of a hyacinth emerging from the snow would do.
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Is is because of Julius Caesar? I'll be looking at your hint after this to find out how wrong I am. :o) Visiting via Boomama.
T.S. Eliot - except he said April.
Here by way of BooMama's. :-)
I enjoyed my visit here, especially the robin's funeral and the bubble bath.
Nice place ya got here. :-)
Diane
Honestly, I dislike Feb more than March. We already got through our March late snow storm so but I've still been waiting for the weather to perk up a little bit.
You could go around quoting more Eliot "I grow old, I grow old. I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled." Which, having just snowed, makes a lot of sense. No one likes wet trousers...
If you haven't heard Eliot read this poem aloud, you haven't lived. The way he says "Croooalest munth" is just perfect, in a weird overannunciated way.
I'm afraid I'm a bit of an Eliot fan. Isn't it so exciting that he dedicated the Waste Land to Ezra Pound, his il miglior fabbro (or better maker) because Ezra did a lot of the editing for Eliot.
Sorry you have snow yet again. It looks as if it may never end.
The picture is gorgeous but so very, very sad.
I've always thought that March was more tempestuous than April. At least it is around here. :)
I knew it sounded familiar but I had to have the hint. (What is the emoticon for slightly chagrined?)
A grape hyacinth is never hackneyed. You have great self-restraint; I would have posted an artwork by Michelangelo so that we could come and go and talk of it.;)
I used to have a cat named Eliot, after t.s. So you can't fool me.
I see the picture as hopeful, not sad.
"March went out like a lion
Awakin' up the water in the bay;
Then April cried and stepped aside,
And along came pretty little May!"
I am still hoping to have a warm and happy Spring. March can eat my crunched snow.
I got it right! Eliot! Go me :) Gorgeous photo
That's a beautiful picture, but I'm so with you - I've always detested March. Its a cruel, cruel month. And where I grew up, it was also UGLY with everything dingy and covered in 4 month old salt and slush. *sigh*
I love March. (She ducks as objects made of snow and mud and salt come hurling her way!)
I love the wild weather and the beautiful sunsets it paints. I love the rumblings of spring that poke out and brave the wild weather, like your picture. I love the days when I can go outside and enjoy the weather, and I love the days when I can stay inside and drink hot chocolate.
March is awesome! (She quickly runs away!)
In my teaching days I had a poster with a brave yellow crocus in the snow with this poem by Joan Walsh Angland:
Like a crocus in the snow,
I stand knee-deep in Winter
Holding Springtime in my heart.
Not as deep as T.S. Eliot but a little more understandable for second graders. And (I hate to admit) for me, too.
Loved the photo. I've got to either find my camera battery charger or break down and buy a new one. That will guarantee that I will find the other one. Why is that?
I have a feeling I won't be able to comment on your blog for too much longer, you're becoming way to popular! I see your website everywhere, on everyone else's blogs! But you deserve it! I'll still be reading, no matter what!
I too have been traipsing about in sandals.
Because why waste a good pedicure?
What a nice shot! And it perfectly captures the essence of March, doesn't it?!
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