March was called Martius by the Romans, from the god Mars, and it received the name "Hlyd Monath", i.e. "loud" or "stormy month" from the Anglo-Saxons
(The Country Diary of an Edwardian Lady)
Our March didn't come in as a lion, but rather as a Roman warrior, with strong winds, sleet, snow, downpours ... oh, what a week!
When we took a walk in the woods yesterday, the sky gloomy gray but quiet for the day - all around us was the rushing sound of rainwater, now flowing in streams, brooks and other watercourses, gushing down the steep hillsides in temporary waterfalls.
And then they came in hordes, in their muddy armor, riding their loud horses, racing through the woods like March warriors of our times, invading the peace of the day.
