While I know that it is controversial, for me, the end of February marks the end of Winter. With March comes the beginning of spring. I don’t wait until that whole March 21 thing, or even daylight savings. I want spring, and I want it now.
I abhor February. It is my least favorite month of them all. It’s dark and dreary. This year, we had a wonderful warm snap in which I almost forgot that it was February. I even (perhaps ill-advisedly) ran outdoors several times. I even got to drive home in the sun a few times. But it was still February. I did some googling, and found this quote, which about sums up how I feel.
“February is a suitable month for dying. Everything around is dead, the trees black and frozen so that the appearance of green shoots two months hence seems preposterous, the ground hard and cold, the snow dirty, the winter hateful, hanging on too long.”
– Anna Quindlen, One True Thing
But now we’re in March. And March is Spring.
1- March is warmer than February. I found this graph that proves it.
2- I fell into the Huron in March. If it were winter, #1 I wouldn’t have been able to fall in and #2, if I had, I would have been much colder than I was. You can’t see it in this picture, but my feet are bare also. Would I be walking around barefoot in the winter? No, I would not.
3- You can fly kites in March. Doing so in February is just dumb.
4- Sometimes, Easter happens in March. Bunnies wouldn’t lay eggs in winter, would they?
5- You couldn’t Spring forward for daylight savings time if it weren’t spring. (Don’t forget, March 8th this year!)
6- If you talk about spring snow storms, it feels like they might go away soon. When you talk about winter snow storms, you just get depressed.
7- According to this website, maple syrup production in Michigan starts in spring, which is clearly at least in March.
Last but possibly most important:
March isn’t February. And while every day in February feels the same, every day in March could be something completely different. One day in March, the birds will be back. One day in March, the Huron will flow again. One day in March, the flowers will bloom and the grass will green. These are not things you can say about February. They are only things you can say about March.
I know it isn’t full on Spring yet. It’s definitely not even the best part of Spring. That comes later, in April, in Michigan at least. (Not until at least the end of May in some parts of Wyoming, and then it is only iffy at best). But for me, March is like reading your favorite book. You know how it’s going to end, and you can’t wait to get there.