Marching Thru March

Where does the time go?

Growing up in New England as a boy I always felt that March was the only true transition month of the year. There is nothing quite like the same feeling in May or September or December. The basketball was put away but it was a few weeks too early for the baseball glove.

As the sages put it ~ March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb. For those living in the northern climes like Massachusetts, there is some sense in this bit of wisdom. Here in Florida we have our own version of the coming of spring with new tendrils of greenery replacing the duller ones of winter. Where does time go?

For me it has been tax month ~ Americans are suppose to get their financial act together and submit various and sundry forms to the governement before the April 15 filing deadline. Three days went to that task.

The census paperwork came in the mail the other day. It is a once in ten years task so best to get it right.

There was St. Patrick's Day and Nowrūz, too.

The annual March Madness of college basketball is underway. Picking the best four teams out of 64 (who can pick just one?) is nigh impossible and the brackets (filling out your choices) have already been busted with numerous upsets this weekend.

Alas, spring is here officially today ~ so welcome. The transition is upon us.