March has been an impatient and sunny month waiting for good things to grow without water. It has been a month of poetry sprouting from dreams far from maddening crowds and words creating a universe for us to wait in.
It has been a month of growth, of new seeds rising through the surface and lines being drawn on blank canvases. There has been love; love for green things bending their leaves to meet the warm sun, and cheerful prayers whispering: “Grow! Grow! Grow!”.
There has been sleepy cats craving independence and time of togetherness. There has been cottage gardens and yellow flowers, port wine and polka dot pots of basil, bookshops and moonrise kingdoms.
All in all it has been a month where dreams and aspirations have risen to the surface and outgrown and outshone reality. But maybe that is what we need in a world that, for many, no longer feels like home.