“Charming and fascinating he resolved to be. Like March, having come in like a lion, he purposed to go out like a lamb.”  Charlotte Brontë, Shirley, 1849.

Did March come in like a lion?  Yes, it did and I have the photograph to prove it.

Will March go out like a lamb?  I’m not sure.  We just experienced a week of unseasonably warm weather which encouraged me to ditch my daily uniform of ribbed turtlenecks with everything.  But the weather turned back to a more familiar seasonal pattern yesterday, with dampness in the air and an old brown turtleneck snuggled warmly against my chin.

I planted some lettuce and spinach last week and dug around in my garden beds, adding compost.  My peppers and tomato seedlings are about 2 to 4 inches high respectively.  My friend Wendy, in New Durham, tells me she gingerly planted some peas.

I’ve got a good feeling about the week ahead.  I think it’s going to be a good week to be a lion; get organized and roar around.  Make a few lists.

But not today.  Today, I’m going to rest, like a lamb.

You rest too.