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
Isn’t that quote just the truth? But it is March. I feel the month is the door for Spring. Okay, it may just be a peek but somedays it’s opened wide. I love those days. Yes, even if the door gets slammed shut. Soon it’ll be open wide and stay open for a long time. Front porch reading. Reworking gardens, now that I got them back into shape. Last summer was the summer of heavy-duty gardening. I want to start ticking off my To-Do List.
On soft Spring nights I’ll stand in the yard under the stars – Something good will come out of all things yet – And it will be golden and eternal just like that – There’s no need to say another word. – Jack Kerouac, Big Sur
The store has been humming along. The I Hate February Sale went well. Books moved and well, books came in too. Funny how that is. Buddhism. Classics. Crafts, including metalwork. Herbal. Chinese Medicine. And of course, a variety of fiction -semi-current and vintage, came into the store. All sorted, cleaned, and shelved. Just waiting for you to discover.
At the end of the month – March 25 and 26, the store will be closed. I am going to have some down time. I’m hoping for warm March weather. You know, those Mother Nature gifts when you really need it. Frankly, I need spring. But regardless of the weather, I will make the most of it. That you can be sure of.
Think you’re escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home. – James Joyce, Ulysses.














“Time passes. That’s the rule. No matter what happens, no matter how much it might feel like everything in your life has been frozen around one particular moment, time marches on.” – Cynthia Hand, The Last Time We Say Goodbye
Those are statements book people can relate to. To own a used bookstore is over the top though. Seriously how can it not be when you are surrounded by books – on the shelves, in boxes, or neatly piled throughout the store? And knowing new inventory comes in just about every day. What titles will be found? To catch a slight glimpse of the personality of the giver and their library. I was speaking to a dealer a couple of weeks ago and he told me he jumps into new arrivals as soon as they come in. He can’t help himself and doesn’t want to be disciplined to finish a box he’s started. I, on the other hand, glance through the new boxes but make myself go back to the box I’ve been working in before I start another one. Well, most of the time.
Here we are again. February.