What Month Is This?

I woke up this morning and looked out the window and stared in shock. Why? Because the world was white. Again. It snowed last night. It actually snowed. Inches.

Yesterday the snow was almost gone. Some in the woods where the trees are thick enough that the sun doesn’t reach and, of course, the places where snowplows left huge drifts. But that’s all.

This morning, though, it’s white out. Again.

It looked like it looked last week. Again.

How did this happen?!

After the first shock of all that whiteness when the world had already turned brown, I realized why.

It’s March.

March is the month when we can have green shoots coming up through the dirt one day and blizzards that strand motorists the next. Yesterday was a day of tow trucks pulling motorists out of ditches a bit west of us. You know – west – the direction from which our weather comes.

So I should have known it was coming. I shouldn’t have been surprised that the world was white today.

More to the point, I should have just reminded myself that it’s March and not been surprised by anything at all.