Expecting Spring
“I love March,” she asserted with enthusiasm. It was the day after St. Patrick’s Day and people were furiously filling out their brackets for March Madness. Despite having celebrated with an “Irish for a Day” temporary tattoo and sipping a Jameson on Monday, I muttered that March might be my most challenging month. When March arrives, I start expecting spring. I expect the days to get warmer, the grass to get greener, and my mood to get better. I expect the sky to get bluer, the buds to begin showing, and the asparagus to be on sale. I expect to
