MARCH 



THE GREEN MOON 



T F February be for plans, so is March. 

 Already there is what countryfolk call "a 

 feel of spring " in the air, and we are conscious 

 of a distinct personality as he approaches 

 boisterous, uncertain, often unkind always 

 stimulating, and always sure to bring gifts 

 which no one else can offer. 



There are those who say " it is spring " 

 when the last leaf is torn from the February 

 calendar ; there are those who are so precise 

 as to leave the word unsaid until the sun has 

 crossed the line, and they can take part in the 

 ancient wrangle over the equinoctial storms. 

 It is really spring when the first robin calls 

 from the tree top, and the first bluebird warbles 

 the delicate spirals of the plaintive melody of 

 her "wandering voice." It is full spring for 

 the heart when the solemn and mysterious 

 calling of the wild geese cleaves the air with a 

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