March marches in.
And time marches on.
This coming Sunday we spring forward.
And turn our clocks ahead.
Seems like we just turned them back.
Seems like I just got used to it too.
Its birthstone is aquamarine.
If you’re modern.
If you’re traditional, it’s bloodstone.
Turns out, it’s green jasper with bright red spots.
Once called the martyr’s stone.
Legend had it Christ’s blood dripped on the stone beneath the cross.
In India, they pulverize it to use as medicine and an aphrodisiac.
(And apparently now the stone is quite scarce.)
April showers might just bring May flowers.
But for March, it’s the daffodil.
The official flower.
Tooting its horn on a gray day.
Nothing quite like its cheery ruffled face.
A whole chorus of them can be seen on Pecan Street.
March embraces the jonquil, or narcissus, as well.
All of which herald that Spring’s on the way.
Lilacs ‘n Calico reflects the season.
As does The Thing Is.
Both shops offer more than meets the eye.
Just like Spring itself.
Get ready to garden.
You’ll find onion sets and racks of seeds at Donop’s.
Plenty of plants and good dirt at Mason Garden Market.
Birdfeeders and birdseed at Mason Feed.
Now’s the time.
To everything there is a season,
a time for every purpose under the sun.
A time to be born and a time to die;
a time to plant and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
a time to kill and a time to heal ...
a time to weep and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn and a time to dance...
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing;
a time to lose and a time to seek;
a time to rend and a time to sew;
a time to keep silent and a time to speak;
a time to love and a time to hate;
a time for war and a time for peace.
Renee Walker is an author, poet, and real estate broker on the square.