March 1st! This news is insane to me, since yesterday was Christmas.
I have always counted on the expression “In like a lion, out like a lamb” as if it were a promise, an assurance, a guarantee that by the end of March spring days would arrive to stay. While I LOVE winter, this time of year is when I really start to look forward to warmer days and outfits that require fewer than 85 wooly layers.When I taught preschool we had a calendar we would hang for the month of March that depicted a roaring lion on the first day and a bleating, demure lamb galloping off into April on the last. I tried to explain the symbolism to my four year olds in Memphis, but, of course, by March in Memphis it is 65 degrees and sunny.
“Imagine a land where it is so cold you have to wear THREE coats to stay warm and there is so much snow that you can’t drive your car out of the driveway, and the wind and snow roars and howls around like a mighty lion!” I would say.
That land is Montana, kids.
Last year, after my first winter in Big Sky, March proved to be more, “In like a lion, out like a lion.” We probably have another 6 weeks of winter but I’m choosing to continue to believe that in just thirty days I will see grass and flowers and the return of Sage Creek rushing through the ranch. A girl can dream.