March is a tricky one. Bursts of warm breezes that tickle the fine hairs on exposed necks, shoulders and limbs, sun ducking behind heavy clouds only to pop out with such decisive force that any remaining piles of snow don’t have a chance. Rain. Sunbursts. Snow. Sunbursts. Icy. Sunbursts. Eventually, a soggy, brunette thawing and if I focus genuinely enough, I can picture the simmering, swelling and surging of all life underneath. We have newfound shoots alright stretching and reaching for the beauty that was lost; will they be robust enough for what trickery March will bring?