Just yesterday I was picking up my yard, cleaning out the garage, looking into what veggies and herbs I am going to plant in my garden and taking a leisurely stroll through my neighborhood with my family.

Today, I’m battling slippery streets, wiping off my windows every time I head to my car and preparing to shovel my sidewalk, once again, when I get off work.

Arghhhh.

Seriously, March.

You are my favorite month. I am a Pisces and I do enjoy the fact that the first day of spring falls 48 hours after my birthday year-in and year-out, but why?

Why, March?

I was ready for spring.

I put my hat and gloves away, consciously thinking to myself, “I don’t need these anymore.”

Wrong!

It’s opening day on the diamond.

Good thing were still building that new stadium, eh Anaheim.

The Final Four of the NCAA basketball tournament is next week.

People are tan after returning from spring break.

I even saw my first outdoor patio tables being placed at some overzealous restaurants over the weekend.

In my mind, it was spring.

According to the calendar it’s spring.

Then March has to go out like a lion and makes me look like a fool.

I get it. Pisces are by trait, according to www.astrology-online.com/pisces.htm:

“Imaginative and sensitive

Compassionate and kind

Selfless and unworldly

Intuitive and sympathetic”

I don’t see sensitivity, compassion, kindness, selflessness or sympathy traits coming out this year.

When Pisces turn to the dark side they are:

“Escapist and idealistic

Secretive and vague

Weak-willed and easily led”

So was it December of January that broke your will?

Who mislead you, March?

Didn’t Mother Nature teach you not to keep secrets?

So here I am, on the last day of my favorite month breaking out the hat and gloves, again, and taking out the shovel.

April is the one that’s supposed to make me a fool.

Shame on you, March.