03/01/2024
You can't trust March.
One day, you step outside, thinking winter's finally packed its bags, and bam! You're smacked by a snowstorm that makes you question all your life choices, including why you didn't buy those snow tires on spring sale. You end up snow-mining by hand for the snow shovel, toboggans, and snow shoes that you really meant to put away, which are now UNDER the snow.
It's a month when you can wake up to a warm sun burning through the curtains only to get outside and find that the sun has lost an epic battle with the wind that's blowing away the warmth - and everything else in the yard. Or you wake up to a cold blue-grey day and bundle up with everything you got, only to swelter on the warm still walk to work.
Rain turns to ice, ice turns to snow, snow turns to rain and ice, the sun comes out, disappears, and then it all happens again... before lunch.
Then, just as you're about to write a strongly worded letter to Mother Nature or ask to speak to the meteorological manager, along comes a sunny day, tricking you, or at least that one guy in the neighbourhood and all the college students, into shorts and flip-flops, only for March to laugh and hurl another harvest of slush across the town.
It's the kind of month that makes weather forecasters mumble and shuffle their feet, pointing at maps like lost tourists.
In Nova Scotia, March is less a path to spring and more a month of unpredictable environmental mood swings. And when the temperature runs from +17 to -17 we're reminded that we live in a place where are person could be killed just by being caught outside in the weather in the wrong situation.
So, trust March? You'd be better off trusting a seagull with your lunch.