March is not easy-going, not like November, when every time you start to get a little weary, another holiday wraps you in a warm, cozy hug. March may start with an M, but it seems light years away from May, who begins to beckon you to beaches, lazy mornings, and endless summer evenings.
March demands that you burn all cylinders until spring break, and then you still have 11 weeks to go after that. March whispers to your friends to hold everyone accountable for doing 15 minutes of core strength a day because we’ve gotten a little lazy over the winter. March reminds you that your yard needs mulching and your car is looking pretty darn dirty, now that the days are longer and the sun reflects more acutely off bird poop and dust.
Who needs to go to bed?
My Corner of the Village 