March is a really capricious month, with moods and whims that seem to change with the day, or even the passing hour. Warm sun passes quickly to chill rain, and no matter what else the weather, there's always the wind. I love March, though. In part because of the surprises it brings day to day and hour to hour, but also because it brings the promise that a more stable sort of weather is soon to follow, and that when my infatuation with the capricious whims of March finally comes to an end, I'll have the stable warmth of April to fall into.

...And I'd by lying if I didn't say that I wasn't also looking forward to being able to take a layer of covers off my bed, and start wearing brighter colors, too. :)