March used to be my least favorite month. When I lived in more northern climates, March always represented the last gasp of winter, and more often than not March would be a miserable, cold month. I was so desperate for warmer weather by mid-February, but lousy March stood in the way. If I could just survive March then warm April days would be all mine.
But now I live in Austin and it's 75 every day in March. So I like March now. ^_^
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