Saturday, 1 March 2025
Spring
By the meteorological calendar, spring will always start on 1 March; ending on 31 May.
Spring is the season after winter and before summer. Days become longer and weather gets warmer in the temperate zone because the Earth tilts relative to its orbital plane around the Sun. In many parts of the world it rains for hours. This helps the plants grow and flowers bloom
Spring and "springtime" refer to the season, and also to ideas of rebirth, rejuvenation, renewal, resurrection and regrowth. Subtropical and tropical areas have climates better described in terms of other seasons, e.g. dry or wet, monsoonal or cyclonic. Cultures may have local names for seasons which have little equivalence to the terms originating in Europe.
During early spring, the axis of the Earth is increasing its tilt relative to the Sun, and the length of daylight rapidly increases for the relevant hemisphere. The hemisphere begins to warm significantly, causing new plant growth to "spring forth", giving the season its name
March
March bustles in on windy feet and sweeps my doorstep and my street
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade
March, when days are getting long,
Let thy growing hours be strong to set right some wintry wrong
March came in that winter like the meekest and mildest of lambs,
bringing days that were crisp and golden and tingling,
each followed by a frosty pink twilight
which gradually lost itself
in an elfland of moonshine
March is a tomboy with tousled hair, a mischievous smile, mud on her shoes, and a laugh in her voice
Our life is March weather, savage and serene in one hour
To welcome her the Spring breath’s forth Elysian sweets;
March strews the Earth With violets and posies
March brings breezes loud and shrill, stirs the dancing daffodil
In March winter is holding back and spring is pulling forward. Something holds and something pulls inside of us too
March winds and April showers bring forth May flowers
Springtime is the land awakening. The March winds are the morning yawn
March is the month of expectation, the things we do not know
In March the soft rains continued, and each storm waited courteously until its predecessor sunk beneath the ground
Daffodils,
That come before the swallow dares, and take
The winds of March with beauty
Despite March’s windy reputation, winter isn’t really blown away; it is washed away. It flows down all the hills, goes swirling down the valleys and spills out to sea. Like so many of this earth’s elements, winter itself is soluble in water…
March was an unpredictable month, when it was never clear what might happen. Warm days raised hopes until ice and grey skies shut over the town again
By March, the worst of the winter would be over. The snow would thaw, the rivers begin to run and the world would wake into itself again
The stormy March has come at last,
With winds and clouds and changing skies;
I hear the rushing of the blast
That through the snowy valley flies
This is the perfume of March: rain, loam, feathers, mint
March
Dear March, come in!
How glad I am!
I looked for you before.
Put down your hat —
You must have walked —
How out of breath you are!
Dear March, how are you?
And the rest?
Did you leave Nature well?
Oh, March, come right upstairs with me,
I have so much to tell!
We like March, his shoes are purple,
He is new and high;
Makes he mud for dog and peddler,
Makes he forest dry;
Knows the adder’s tongue his coming,
And begets her spot.
Stands the sun so close and mighty
That our minds are hot.
News is he of all the others;
Bold it were to die
With the blue-birds buccaneering
On his British sky.
The cock is crowing,
The stream is flowing,
The small birds twitter,
The lake doth glitter
The green field sleeps in the sun;
The oldest and youngest
Are at work with the strongest;
The cattle are grazing,
Their heads never raising;
There are forty feeding like one!
Like an army defeated
The snow hath retreated,
And now doth fare ill
On the top of the bare hill;
The plowboy is whooping- anon-anon:
There’s joy in the mountains;
There’s life in the fountains;
Small clouds are sailing,
Blue sky prevailing;
The rain is over and gone!
IT is the first mild day of March:
Each minute sweeter than before
The redbreast sings from the tall larch
That stands beside our door.
There is a blessing in the air,
Which seems a sense of joy to yield
To the bare trees, and mountains bare,
And grass in the green field.
The stormy March is come at last,
With wind, and cloud, and changing skies,
I hear the rushing of the blast,
That through the snowy valley flies.
Ah, passing few are they who speak,
Wild stormy month! in praise of thee;
Yet, though thy winds are loud and bleak,
Thou art a welcome month to me.
For thou, to northern lands, again
The glad and glorious sun dost bring,
And thou hast joined the gentle train
And wear’st the gentle name of Spring.
Thou bring’st the hope of those calm skies,
And that soft time of sunny showers,
When the wide bloom, on earth that lies,
Seems of a brighter world than ours.
March
March
I Martius am! Once first, and now the third!
To lead the Year was my appointed place;
A mortal dispossessed me by a word,
And set there Janus with the double face.
Hence I make war on all the human race;
I shake the cities with my hurricanes;
I flood the rivers and their banks efface,
And drown the farms and hamlets with my rains.
If March comes in like a lion, it will go out like a lamb
If March comes in like a lion, it will go out like a lamb.
Weather folklore sayings are as colorful as our imagination.
While many sayings are based on careful observations and turn out to be accurate, others are merely rhymes or beliefs of the people who came before us.
Those people often believed that bad spirits could affect the weather adversely, so they were cautious as to what they did or did not do in certain situations.
Those beliefs often included ideas that there should be a balance in weather and life. So, if a month came in bad (roaring like a lion), it should go out good and calm (docile, like a lamb).
With March being such a changeable month, in which we can see warm spring-like temperatures or late-season snowstorms, you can understand how this saying might hold true in some instances.
We can only hope that if March starts off stormy it will end on a calm note, but the key word is hope. However, this saying seems to be simply a rhyme rather than a true weather predictor.
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