Dear March - Come in -
How glad I am -
I hoped for you before -
Put down your Hat -
You must have walked -
How out of Breath you are -
Dear March, how are you, and the Rest -
Did you leave Nature well -
Oh March, Come right upstairs with me -
I have so much to tell …
Emily Dickinson
(1830-1886)
The fact that Merry Mount is
located in Central Ohio brings the blessing of four distinct seasons, but also often
violent transitions between those seasons.
March offers great variety. Each
morning, as we plan for the daily trek to the barn, we prepare for either the
blustery “roar” of the lion or the pleasant “baa” of the lamb (or goat). Although March is clothed in a cloak of grey, the pasture begins to show verdant signs, and
the sharp ears of daffodils, irises, and tulips poke their way through winter’s
mulch and spring thaw. From afar, the
willow demonstrates itself with shades of chartreuse. Resurrection is upon us.
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As we invite March to come in, we
also do not want her to “wear out her welcome”.




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