This post is part of Linda G. Hill’s fun little series One-Liner Wednesday. If you want to participate in this weekly challenge, please visit Linda’s page. Linda would probably ask that you not pay too much attention to my page, because I don’t always get the “one-line” part of the process. I tend to be more of a 25-30 line guy. Anyway, in honor of the fact that this month is beginning on a Wednesday, I think I have to go with:
“I don’t trust March”
There, I said it. I’m not saying I don’t like March, but I don’t trust it. I don’t trust it the way Julius Caesar shouldn’t have trusted March. I don’t get crazy like the March Hare, but I understand why he was crazy, you just never know what’s going to happen this month. Just look at the forecast – it’s going to be 64°f (17.8°c) today and 15°f (-9.4°c) Friday night. That’s enough to make the bunnies crazy.
Speaking of bunnies, they’re back. I don’t have pictures – yet, because we’ve only seen them at night, but they are in the yard. We joke that we run the bunny maternity ward. The women come here in the spring to birth their babies and then they skedaddle. I guess it’s well known throughout bunnyland that we keep Maddie on a leash when bunnies are around and that the babies are generally safe in our yard.
March, on the other hand, has been known to bring rain and floods and blizzards and snowfall measured in feet. It doesn’t always adhere to the “in like a lion, out like a lamb” edict and it doesn’t always remember that it’s supposed to usher in the most beautiful of all seasons. But, it never forgets to usher in Daylight Saving Time.
March also lingers. Maybe it’s the fact that February was so short, but March seems to be the longest month of the year. January had 31 days, but January flew right by. March will poke its way to the finish line. It’s like March knows that we’re waiting on Easter and for baseball to start and NCAA basketball to end, and it just stands in the way of all that goodness. It’s also like March knows that we’re observing Lent and it hangs around to add a little punishment to my self-inflicted hardships. I think March cheated February out of those last few days. I don’t think February trusts March any more than Julius and I do.
I have about 15 different ideas of ways I could go with the rest of the post…this – one – line – post. See, that’s why you want to go to Linda’s place.