March has always been kind of enigmatic to me. While attending a seven year old’s birthday party at a park today, it was bitterly cold wind gusts interspersed with warm moments of sunshine.

Weird things happen in March. It’s a transition time from deep winter, even here in California, into the beginnings of spring.

I was treated to a wonderful restaurant not far from my upbringing for the first time tonight, and was appalled by the grandeur. What’s a nice dinner out again?

Weird things happen in March.