March 2026

Digital painting of a cloudy landscape: there are small mountains on the horizon, and fields in the foreground. The sky is filled with long, voluminous clouds separated by thin gaps that let sun rays straight through. The landscape is in the shadows.

March 2nd

We report on one of the first few days of meteorological spring: we are slowly getting reacquainted with the intermittent presence of the sun. It is so far quite content to remain at a distance. We look for rays to walk into wherever we can, and they are rare and thin.

Digital painting of a bright blue sky filled with fuzzy white clouds. In the bottom half of the frame, the clouds are arching up in unruly, but defined wave patterns.

March 1st

We report: we are almost late somewhere, and we certainly do not have time to linger, but we found some supercilium clouds in the windy sky. This is an unofficial classification for short-lived, eyebrow-shaped clouds. We take the risk to keep watching them embrace the airflow.

Digital painting of a sunset sky: a pink and orange veil is covering most of it, with a couple of rows of long, thin, purple clouds in the lower quarter of the frame.

March 4th

We report at the end of a strange, warm, sunny day. We spent it attempting to reconcile our idea of an early March day with the lukewarm wind we felt on our face. As the sun is setting, the crisp humidity is swallowing half of the thermometer in one fell swoop.

A dark blue, cloudy night sky, with the full moon appearing through a small gap in the middle of the frame. Its glow is radiating through the clouds.

March 3rd

We report: come March, the moon starts moving out of range of our window, and it becomes a bit more difficult to seek it out. Even then, it is impossible to miss the way the sky becomes brighter and brighter every night in its waxing. Tonight, we lean far over the windowsill.

Digital painting of a bright blue sky filled with gauzy white clouds. The clouds are thin, branching out into undulating patterns, tighter and looser in places. There are a few burgeoning branches showing in the lower left corner of the frame.

March 5th

We report: there is some kind of symphony composing itself in the sky this morning. We can almost hear how it goes just by looking at it, abstract sheet music changing from second to second. It is a little colder than the past few days, and the wind feels bracing.

Digital painting of an early morning scene: in dim blue light, a flock of birds are flying above a blurry pond. The sky is cloudy, opaque. The dark trees in the distance are reflected in the pond.

March 7th

We report: it is a real, authentic drizzly morning. It is raining just enough for the surface of the water to break. The air is layered with the smell of wet earth, pond water, and whatever is unique to this specific morning. We see something move underneath the duckweed.

Digital painting of a largely overcast sky over a couple of sunlit roofs and bare trees. The clouds are voluminous, sweeping wide, shades of grey with touches of white where the sun hits them. Their base is flat, dark grey.

March 6th

We report as the weather turns all the ways it is able to turn. Once again, we got a little too confident in thinking we knew much of anything about the workings of the sky. We think this is always how it goes when the seasons change, and the patterns become unrecognisable.

Digital painting of a nightfall scene: the sky is turning dark blue, with a few light blue clouds in the lower third of the frame, and darker, fuzzy ones in the top half. A few stars here and there, a dark horizon line with dots of light.

March 11th

We report: the humidity has fallen on us ravenous with the night, and we feel it in the sharp edges of the air (our expert’s nose is very red). There is something a little eerie about this moment; the sky already dark, a few stars out, and yet the clouds are still bright.

Digital painting: sunset sky over fields of grass, dark, bare trees on the horizon. Cirrus in the sky, long, wispy, translucent. The sky is a gradient of pale blue to dark orange, a spot of brightness over where the sun used to be.

March 8th

We report a few minutes after the sun has gone down: the sky has been hazy all day long for some reason. Because of the surprisingly low volume of humidity, our expert thinks this could be dust, or sand suspended in the air. As a result, the sun was sunset orange for a long time.

Digital painting: in a blue sky, large, soft blobs of clouds. There is some volume to them, but it remains bubbly instead of looming. They are white, light grey in the shadows.

March 9th

We report: no sharp edges on the clouds today, nothing ever very committed or decisive in their movements. We walk alongside a few of them, and it is a leisurely pace. On the way, they repeatedly dissolve and build back up to the same fuzzy shapes, and we never get anywhere.

Digital painting of a countryside scene: a white rapeseed field is flowering, in the foreground of a hill crested with largely bare trees. There is a path going out of frame to the very right, and a couple of houses beyond. Bright, clear blue sky.

March 21st

We report: It is jarringly sunny today, to the point we cannot help but bring it up in all our conversations. We are standing downwind to a rapeseed field, and the flowers’ sticky smell is permeating the air. It remains in the back of our nose when we walk away.

Digital painting of a cloudy sky, a mix of all shades of grey and white in unruly clouds. There is a small opening in the middle of the torn up sky that shows blue.

March 10th

We report about a day when the sky was always either almost or completely full of unspun wool. As unspun wool does, it would tangle and catch; the pure white of sunlit clouds always rolled up into the dark greys eventually. All of this, and only a countable amount of raindrops.

Digital painting of a cloudy sunset: the top half of the sky is covered in charcoal grey clouds, and the lower half, pastel yellow and orange, is run through with long grey clouds as well. There is a phone line running along the horizon.

March 12th

We report late in the evening, in a pre-sunset kind of situation. It is a consolation sunset that happens when the sky will be too overcast for the genuine sunset, later on. We are not very upset; it is very windy, and we can feel the rain coming on in the weight of the clouds.

Digital painting of a bright green field of grass filled with yellow and white wildflowers. The sky overhead is blue, covered in large white and grey clouds of various shapes and sizes. A few bare trees in the distance, left-hand side.

March 13th

We report: mid-March, it still gets properly cold. It is freezing out here, especially when the sun is gone for long stretches of time. The wind is whipping our hair into our eyes while we watch bright green surge out of the ground; a strange colour after all these months.

Digital painting of a cloudy sky, full of deep, wavelike patterns. There is strong contrast in the lighting, dark shadows and bright highlights. There are a few birds flying around.

March 14th

We report in troubled waters: the crashing waves of the sky make no sound, but they are no less impressive to the eye. We always expect the whole world to stop when the clouds reach a certain level of oddity; most of the time, nothing happens. The sky always clears up, too.

Digital painting of a twilight sky, a gradient of dark blue going into green. There are long black clouds spread out across the sky, and a few stars as well.

March 15th

We report: our expert, who inexplicably owns several sets of keys, is trying to find their house key in the dark. We look up while we wait. Somehow, the sky is never as lovely of a sight as when we see it in a stolen moment. We lag behind even as the door is opening.

Digital painting of a sunrise scene: the sky is a pale yellow, filled with wispy, pink clouds. In the bottom half, the clouds are flat, but in the top half, they are converging to the same spot. Dark, low mountains, with a few houses on top.

March 16th

We report this morning: our expert was up early looking at mysterious graphs and maps that we could not figure out. They tell us that they are tracking space weather. We watch the sun rise, struggling to walk straight in the wind, and we think we have enough weather down here.

Digital painting of a bright blue sky with voluminous clouds rising from the lower half of the frame. They are dark grey, flat at the bottom, but bubbling upwards on top, lit in warm yellow light.

March 17th

We report: every year, we look at March closely with the hope of understanding what it is. It never makes sense the way we want it to; it is never another month of winter, nor is it ever really the first month of spring. We have to be here each day, and try to make it ours.

Digital painting of a stormy ocean scene: the sky is grey, long clouds blending with one another. The sea is dark, slate grey and blue with green undertones showing in the large, foamy waves.

March 18th

We report in between rolling waves: it is difficult to tell the difference between rain and ocean spray. Our expert is walking in front of us, and we cannot make out a word they say. There is all around enough chaos that we eventually yield to the weather, and head back home.

Digital painting of a dark night sky, filled with stars. There is a crisscross of bare tree branches all over the frame, with small buds coming in here and there.

March 19th

We report: new moon on a clear night. Since the last time we saw the stars like this, a lot has changed. Some of them are gone, new ones have appeared. We ought to remember what spring constellations look like, but we barely do. It is too cold to try and jog our memory tonight.

Digital painting of a sunset sky: the sky is pastel tones of blue and yellow, half-filled with large swathes of purple-grey clouds, and a few bright pink clouds in front of them. Also small, wispy grey clouds, dark roofs and trees low in the frame.

March 20th

We report during the half hour in the evening when birds cannot help but sing. Recently, a few more species have joined the sparrows that kept on chirping through winter. We can only really pick out the blackbirds in the mix. It gets late, and dark, and the birds do not quiet.

Digital painting of a cloudy sky: most of the clouds are long, grey, with jagged edges. Some of them are fuzzier, a sweeping movement. There is a bit of blue in between rows of clouds, and a black bird flying.

March 22nd

We report late in the morning: the weather is perfectly typical today, temperatures not one degree above or below the maximum and minimum average for the season. We find genuine and profound thrill in this medium, mediocre, conventional, common, classic bit of normality.

Wax pastel drawing of a sunset scene: shapeless, bright pink clouds are glowing in a pastel blue sky over some roofs, a chimney. Some bare trees are leaning into the frame; one of them has small leaves growing along its branches.

March 23rd

We report: because of the ambiguity of the light at this time of day, we wondered what was cloud and what was sky for a second. Once we managed to focus our eyes, we finally could see the filaments of steam billowing through the sunset fluorescence. Soon, it all withered away.

Wax pastel drawing of a very early morning scene: the sky is a gradient of dark to light blue, with a tinge of green over the horizon. There are dark blue clouds in the sky, long and thin, mostly at the top and the bottom. Distant street lights.

March 24th

We report: the west wind veered southwest through the night, and the moderate breeze turned into a strong breeze. Fog banks advanced towards land in the early morning, but dissipated before first lights. It is now the coldest it will get today; it feels exactly right.

Wax pastel of a bright blue sky filled with cirrus and contrails. They are white, gauzy, feather-like clouds, and long, thin lines stretched across the sky.

March 25th

We report: it has not rained in the past couple of days. It is chilly, but the grass is dry enough that we lay down our coat on top of it, and then us on top of the coat. We have no way to prove it, but the clouds that we see from here are the best ones. Perhaps we fall asleep.

Wax pastel drawing a cloudy sky, a mix of all shades of grey in busy, layered clouds.

March 26th

We report about spring showers we had not we realised we had missed so dearly. They only last a few minutes, a challenge to catch. When we do not make it, the small puddles mock us. One time, our expert calls, and holds their phone up to the sky so we can hear how loud it gets.

A wax pastel drawing of a cloudy sky with a yellow, waxing gibbous moon in its midst. There are dark shades of blue and purple, a bit of orange around where the moon is dimly glowing.

March 27th

We report: this night sky is a little hazy, halfway between mist and a proper cloud cover. Either way, it is absorbing light, and keeping it; it has within itself the moon, the stars, and the city lights. The moon makes a valiant effort to show through even as it is about to set.

Wax pastel drawing of a sunset scene: the pale sky is half-covered with dusty blue clouds. There is a thin strip of bright orange over the horizon. There are a few trees emerging over the dark landscape.

March 28th

We report as quietly as possible: our expert has just seen a doe, there, between the trees. They tapped us on the shoulder, we turned around, and in this half-second, it was gone. We think it will come back if we stay very still. Our expert generally has trouble staying still.

Wax pastel drawing of a partly cloudy sky: large, voluminous white clouds rising, and a few loose, dark grey clouds.

March 29th

We report: the anticyclone that had been hovering over us is moving west, and the clouds now rise and rise and rise. We watch the needle in the barometer move from “fair” to “change”, and without stopping for long, “rain”. Even so, the air is still dry, full of sunlight.

Digital painting of a field caught in a sun shower. The sky is mostly cloudy, with a gap showing a bit of blue. There is a line of trees covered in a smattering of green leaves. The grass is bright green. Concurrent sunshine and heavy rain.

March 30th

We report: it had been raining for some time when the sun came out. The sunshine caught the raindrops like so many silver needles, and we were looking for clinking as they fell to the ground. Instead, we heard the whisper of water through young leaves.

Digital painting of a foggy twilight scene in a field. There are faint outlines of trees in the distance through low fog, the sky is opaque. There is dim blue lighting over the whole landscape. A few birds are flying in the sky.

March 31st

We report: we step over ribbons of morning fog, trying not to get our feet caught there or in the marshy patches of land. It is not as quiet as when we came here in the winter; there are ducks flying from pond to pond, and we hear moorhens and frogs in the dawn chorus.

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