Not quite coming in like a lamb, with a moderate North-Easterly keeping Spring at bay here. Yet now the daffodils in Russell Square have come to a head in a silky, sepia display for a March museday… and St David’s day (prompted by Elizabeth’s Welsh Hills Again post) .
I Martius am! Once first, and now the third!
To lead the Year was my appointed place;
A mortal dispossessed me by a word,
And set there Janus with the double face.
Hence I make war on all the human race;
I shake the cities with my hurricanes;
I flood the rivers and their banks efface,
And drown the farms and hamlets with my rains.
The Poets Calendar – March – Longfellow