March is such a fickle month. It is the seam between winter and spring—though seam suggests an even hem, and March is more like a rough line of stitches sewn by an unsteady hand, swinging wildly between January gusts and June greens. You don’t know what you’ll find, until you step outside. – V.E. Schwab,
The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

Then sometime there in late March, after the Indian violets had come, we would be gathering on the mountain and the wind, raw and mean, would change for just a second. It would touch your face as soft as a feather. It had an earth smell. You knew springtime was on the way. – Forrest Carter, The Education of Little Tree

OCUB will be closed for a few days next week – March 26 and 27. Just a little time away. Time to maybe get in some spring house cleaning, prepare flower and veggie gardens. Or to just sleep late, read a couple of books while enjoying tea and chocolates from a friend.

See you Thursday, March 28!

“Where are you going on vacation?”
“Nowhere. I’m going to read. I love reading.”
-Marjane Satrapi, The Complete Persepolis