Mrs. Appleyard doesn’t beat around the bush when it comes to expressing her feelings about the month of March!
No matter how often she encounters this month, she thinks she’ll never live through it. Sometimes she doesn’t care whether she does. Just what it is about March she doesn’t quite know. It blows grit in your eyes, but other months are windy. Its predominating colors are gray and brown, but so are November’s, and she rather likes to see the shapes of trees and of hills without color or even whiteness to distract the eye. March is no colder than January, yet it sets more joints aching. It is only three days longer than February, but it seems endless.
Although I've never given this month much thought, I realized when I read her words that I feel much the same way. You know I love winter. But by March I am kind of ready for a change, especially after mid-month when spring officially begins. Only once in a very great while have we had the warmth of other climes in the latter days of March. Mrs. Appleyard writes of women ‘buying spring coats, though well they know that in New England you can’t wear a spring coat until June and then it is too hot.’ To me, and apparently to Mrs. A. as well, it feels rather like a month that must be gotten through rather than lived in.