Anne of Ingleside by Lucy Maud Montgomery

It was what Susan called a streaky winter. all thaws and freezes that kept Ingleside decorated with fantastic fringes of icicles. The children fed seven blue-jays who came regularly to the orchard for their rations and let Jem pick them up, though they flew from everybody else. Anne sat up o' nights to pore over seed catalogues in January and February. Then the winds of March swirled over the dunes and up the harbors and over the hills. Rabbits, said Susan, were laying Easter eggs.

-"Isn't March an INciting month, Mummy?" cried Jem, who was a little brother to all the winds that blew.