The mayflies of March are just around the bend.

“March!” One of those curious words capable of conjuring multiple images, memories and meanings in the brain.

When I first heard it from my mom, it wasn’t associated with a pleasant experience of any kind, had a certain kind of ultimatum ring to it and was usually followed by “Mister!”

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