Thought after clearing off nine inches of heavy ice from the driveway and sidewalks, and then getting it off the cars as a twisted sort of bonus: March fills a much needed gap.
That is all.
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I like March. It’s never the way it is advertized–I have rarely seen a March Easter where anyone around here could actually wear those cute lil Easter outfits you see the kidlets in. I rarely see daffodils or tulips in bloom, either–but my snowdrops and my crocuses are in bloom.
I like the tempermental aspects of the month, but I like unpredictability in weather. (ok, so I’m odd).
On Wednesday, I was barefoot in the house, with all the windows open. Now, I am freezing depsite sweats, and a quilt–it’s March!
Brrr…
Lousy Smarch weather!
Eliot was wrong: March is the cruellest month.
Patrick McManus once said (at least as closely as I can remember), “God created March in case eternity should prove too short.”
Bloody sleet.
Here in Denver, I looked out my back door into the neighbor’s yard to see a kiddie pool set up and kids playing in it. It was about mid 70’s at the time. It’s been a strange winter.
Y’know, since it’s cold in March, it proves global warming doesn’t exist.
Just sayin’.
I wore shorts today! 
What?
they have shorts w/four leg holes?
I also spent the morning shoveling 7 inches of the heavy white stuff. Just when all of the graying old white stuff had melted. And it was supposed to rain today… never came, damn it! :mad: :mad: :mad:
You’re in the wrong hemisphere. So far, March has been gloriously clement.
Topping 100 Fahrenheit ever day here now. Next month will be worse. April is our hottest month. No relief until the rains return around May to July.
<shudders> I’ll take snow any day over 100 degrees which is cooled off by rain… :eek:
It’s five below zero this morning. March can kiss my fully erect thermometer.
So, yesterday having been warm enough to melt some of the ice, after which it refroze overnight, of course, some of the stuff slithered under the tires of one of the cars and glued it to the driveway. We just finished breaking that up.
Mutter, mutter, mutter…
Living in a place like New Mexico, you quickly learn that all the cute little weather-related phrases for months that they teach you in elementary school (March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb or April showers bring May flowers) is a bunch of crap written either by Easterners or Europeans. It’s windy all month in March–no rain, no snow, just wind wind wind. And it never, ever, rains in April.
And it’s supposed to be 87 today.
Here in Yuma, we’ve been having highs in the 90s.
'Course not. You just wear 'em on the back two legs. And you wear a really long turtleneck on the front two legs. 
Snow?? Brrrr, no thank you. Can’t take snow any more. 