Trudging On

March has never been one of my favorite months. But this year I approach it with a fair amount of gratitude. Gratitude and wariness.

I'm grateful we're in a month of longer days and shorter nights. Glad to see the spring birds crowd the feeder. Encouraged by the warm sun on my face, by the halfhearted witch hazel and the tentative green shoots of the daffodil.

I'm wary, too, though. March is fickle. March is proud. March likes to keep you guessing. And indeed, we frolic this weekend under threat of a winter storm Sunday night into Monday. Predictions are we'll see our coldest temps of the winter on Tuesday morning. That's Tuesday, March 4.

What's a walker to do?

Pull on the coat, the gloves, the ear-warmers; find the sunniest music possible — and trudge into the wind.