According to weather lore: If March comes in like a lion, it will go out like a lamb.

Here in Indiana, the lion was roaring all day.

Here’s a poem Mom wrote in 1976, with her promise to a lion:

the lion’s house

lion
in the spring of the year
I am going to build a house for you

when it is ready
the rabbits will pour champagne
the squirrels will pass around the cakes
you may borrow my emerald ribbons for the day
and carry a pawful of tulips

listen – I will tell you about your house
I have planned it from your own description
the tree is worthy of your soul
its leaves will be green in winter
I will visit you when you wish

dusk will climb into your house
and dawn
night as deep as oceans
day as bright as coronations
I see you drinking cocoa in the snow

lion
I have seen your sad face vanish in the corner of your cage
and I say now to you
that you will have your house
I want you to start dreaming of it tonight
so that the watchman on his rounds
may stop before your sleeping smile
and wonder why

~ joan vayo
November 2, 1976

Speaking of lions, grandson Cameron is on his way here for an overnight. We plan to read The Wonderful Wizard of Oz together, a Folio Society edition with its delightful illustrations.

Here’s hoping you have a good book to read this weekend!

We’ll be watching for that lamb at the other end of the month.

“the lion’s house” © 1976 Joan Vayo. All rights reserved.

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