March. The month in which we breathe a collective sigh, safe in the knowledge that Winter is on it's way out.
The month that despite the above-mentioned reality, manages to sideswipe me each year with it's doses of snow and cold temperatures.
The smell of earth returns to my days as wool work gets replaced with the happy act that is planting seeds. I am joined by parsley, peppers, onions and scallions for coffee each morning. Drawing warmth from the morning chill in the heat kicked out by our workhorse wood stove - same as I do.
'Hurry up and wait' is how I feel in March. Winter's reluctance to let go, mixed with the trepidation of Springs advance makes me all kinds of impatient.
These baby steps don't seem like enough forward motion.
March tests my attempts at being mindful like no other.