I never really gave much thought to March.
I realized this just a few days ago, on a beautiful March 1st.
March used to be that odd month before it got dreadfully hot, and the mild beautiful Arizona winter would be gone...
But this year, this year I realized, March is crucial.
March is the month I frantically plant summer vegetable seeds.
March is the month my tomatoes growing indoors get stronger, preparing to go outside.
March is the month that all the seeds and bulbs planted in November + perennials, begin to flourish like mad.
Rose bushes and hydrangeas are covered in tiny bits of growth.
Plum, apricot, quince and peach tree blossoms are filling empty winter branches.
And -
carnations are blooming profusely...
But also, the strangest thing happened, on the 2nd of March.
You see, I rarely lose anything. I know where every last ball of lint is hiding. I am the only one who touches my things, so everything is right where I put it. If something is ever missing you will hear me whine about it for certain.
Missing things drive me insane, you?
Oh and yes, I did eventually find the missing Victorian gown.
And, yes, our stolen wooden antique sign was found and returned to us in a wild tale.
But, there was one other thing I was still missing.
And missing it I was, quite terribly.
You see...
Several years ago Mister Lovee had a business trip in New Orleans. He is known for gifting wonderfully thoughtful treasures. So, in a lovely antique shop in the French Quarter, he found a beautiful antique coral rose 18k gold stick pin for me. It was an unexpected gift, and looking back, I suppose I didn't appreciate it as much as I really should have, even though I did love it.
That was, until it was lost...
As the years have drifted by, and I have changed in my sentiments ever so much, the missing pin began to bother me to the depth of myself.
I can't describe why it drove me so insane.
Year after year I took my whole house apart looking for it, as it was missing from the box I kept it in.
I thought maybe I accidentally dropped it and vacuumed it up?
Or, maybe it fell off of my winter coat.
About 3 years ago, I started thinking about it every day.
Always hoping and wondering if I would find it.
Every time I cleaned out a drawer, or looked in a jar of pens, I thought I would find the pin. Even though I had already searched in that place.
The other night I was plagued by a desire to find the pin. I was so sad that I had lost such a precious heart felt gift from he man I love so.
I went to bed, and dreamed myself praying to find it.
Then, in my dream, a voice from the heavens handed it to me, and I saw myself holding it.
In this dream I told the voice that I was aware this was a dream, and that I knew the pin would not be with me in the morning.
Then the voice said, "you will have it back now, because now you really value it."
Dun dun dun....
The next day, I woke up, opened my secretary desk and opened an empty drawer that I had looked in, searching for the pin many many times over, year after year.
Sitting there, in the drawer, was my pin!
What???
I was completely speechless, stunned, gobsmacked.
Mister Lovee was beyond touched as well.
I can't believe it.
My mom always taught me to never give up looking if you lose something.
And, I never gave up.
For years I searched.
Years.
It is still unbelievable to me.
So, this March finds things lost.
What a gift!
March -
March is full of so much life...
But then, everyday is.
Isn't it?
Paper thin ranunculus aren't too shabby either ;)
And then, there is the winter bounty, time for harvesting...
Lettuce to share in baskets full...
Gathering bundles for those I know will appreciate the veggies...
I love sharing.
Sharing makes everything even better...
Sharing gives me such a kick of joy.
Brussels sprout plant tops -
The center cabbage like creature, ready to be roasted or steamed...
Filling up the basket...
And happily marching down the lane...
Delivering healthy edible treats.
Brussels sprouts, lettuce, broccoli, flat leaf parsley and spinach.
Oh March.
I am so sorry I took you for granted.
And, as I run up for a snack, I spy two of my beloveds out the window -
Miles and Lovee, sitting on the porch, sharing oatmeal and reading the paper. They canoodle every morning for breakfast, those two. All the while, the other furry child is on patrol down the driveway at the front gate. Ready to fight danger...
(my vintage effects make the window look filthy, haha)
March, March is good.
March is lovely.
A March day, like everyday, holds as much magic as we are willing to reach for and believe in...
And that's for certain...
Love, V
ps: Are you missing anything that you have been looking for, forever? Hoping to find? Maybe we can create a collective verbal hope chest? And bring some of our lost heart love treasures back. What do you say?
