Starting a new job at the end of February made March mostly about work. Which is fine, when you like what you do! The past month was about working, learning, and adapting. About settling in, and looking forward. And as wonderful as that can be, it leaves little time for other things.

March saw little relaxing at home or seeing friends, less sewing, and no travel. I spent most of my time at work, or walking to and from work. When you work in the Central Branch of the Brooklyn Public Library (opened Feb 1st 1941) and your daily commute leads you along Prospect Park (ground broken by Olmstead in June 1866), that's not time ill spent.

1) Sunset view from the arts section. 2) cryptic symbols and mythic creatures. 3) A fiery eagle watches over the Central Branch 4) I managed to get some real work done...

One of the great things about a new commute is plenty of new watchers!

1) Corner of 7th Ave and 9th Street who I haven't seen since they erected the scaffolding. 2) Alert at 7th Street nearing Prospect Park West. 3) So sad at the corner of 9th Street and 8th Ave. 4) Really intent bird watching on 8th Street.

Although March 20th saw the first day of Spring, Brooklyn is slow to thaw.

1) Some Spring greens. 2) Big Sky. 3) A burst of teal. 4) Isaac's new bones.

In past years, I have found the old idiom about March to be true: In like a lion, out like a lamb. This year, March is not lamb-like at it's end. It's almost as bitter and cold and grey as when it began. The tress are reluctantly budding, flowers are only timidly peaking out of the earth, the sky is reserving it's finer blues for warmer days. I'm hoping that April will have few showers, and we won't have to wait until May for the enticing greenery. But if March is an indication for the year, I may be disappointed.

March, you were a mainstay and a game changer. April, what's your story?