A good month, this March. Full of sun and warmth and brimming over with intentional shared memories. Historically, March has a muddled reputation for being a long Connecticut month, stuck in the middle between the aching cold of February and the rejuvenation of April. But this March? Oh, no. It was positively grand.
“It had always seemed to Emily, ever since she could remember, that she was very, very near to a world of wonderful beauty. Between it and herself hung only a thin curtain; she could never draw the curtain aside– but sometimes, just for a moment, a wind fluttered it and then it was as if she caught a glimpse of the enchanting realm beyond– only a glimpse– and heard a note of unearthly music.”
-LM Montgomery from Emily of New Moon