Hello March

March arrives as a threshold month, standing between winter’s long exhale and spring’s first breath. The days begin to stretch, sunlight lingering a little longer each evening, while the air carries a subtle promise of warmth even as nighttime temperatures remain below freezing. Here in our little corner of New Hampshire, snowmelt softens the ground-marking the beginning of mud season- and the buds of the Leonard Messel magnolia push against its bare branches. The world seems to stir awake after months of stillness. Roadways are a mess, with frost heaves like washboards It is a month of contradiction and anticipation—of lingering frost and sudden thaws—introducing spring not with certainty, but with possibility.

Photo: The greenhouse at Great Dixter, East Sussex, UK