Welcome to the month of March my friends.
A month of new beginnings. I can’t help but think about the words of Wordsworth and his fields of golden daffodils when I see my wall calendar with its image of spring flowers and the number of circles around prominent March dates. Sadly for me, one very important date will take on a different meaning this year. March the twenty-eighth will be the first birthday following my beautiful mum’s death last year.
As a young child of the fifties, a time of post-war change when everything seemed possible, my mum used to recite the following poem to me. This holds special memories from my childhood.
Written by Sara Coleridge, daughter of the famous English poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge, it evokes a connection to our ever-changing seasons. Below is a short extract for your enjoyment.
‘March brings breezes loud and shrill,
stirs the dancing daffodil.
April brings the primrose sweet,
scatters daisies at our feet.
June brings tulips, lilies, roses.
Fills the children’s hand with posies.
Hot July brings cooling showers.