March supposedly comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb, but here in New England, that sounds more like April. I think March comes in like a T-Rex and goes out like a subdued lion at best. March is long. Aside from St. Patrick's day, no good holidays or days off. And Spring fever runs high. We plan our gardens for the summer. Plan summer vacations, camps for children and wait for giant egg laying bunnies to bestow us with chocolate. We look for tiny shoots of tulips, daffodils, and crocuses to appear. March is about hope and impatience. So this year, I'd like to jump start the scent of fresh flowers and other botanicals with the addition of aromatherapy to my massage practice.