Woke up to the sound of strong winds today, and thought...the winds of March. This was the name of a book I read as a teen by Lenora Mattingly Weber. So many literary references in life. I also think of Stacy from the same author when she had to write 'mea culpa, mea culpa' over and over as a punishment whenever I really mess up. Strange how these book memories pop up randomly after many years.