“March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb… or it comes in like a lamb and goes out like a lion.”
That’s the way I learned that saying at least. Perhaps in southern states, the third month of the year obeys, and just “comes in like a lion”.
Here in southern Vermont, the last night of February brought mild temperatures—around 34 F (2 C). The icicles kept dripping all night long. The first morning of March dawned grey and dreary, but you could feel spring in the air.
By noon, the winds picked up—just as the forecasters had promised. And by evening, the howling sounds were soon joined by crashes of trees falling, cutting off electricity. The predictions were right, and we woke to a windchill of -17 F (-27 C) this morning.
(All day long, in the back of my head, I’ve been trying to figure out if that means that March came in like a lion? Or a lamb? The beginning of the day seemed lamb-enough-like, but the end could only qualify as a lion!)
Today’s cold convinced me it was a great day to stay home… and staying home is still what we are all to do anyway.
Silver lining: the weather and COVID working together!