Did I mention ever that I really do not like winter? Well, winter is about to DIE again in the vast fertility rite that we call the planet Earth. Screw you winter.
Many things happen in March. An inordinate number of birthdays, including this year the giving of the bitchin' hardwood croquet set. Baseball is played. Shilling actually pitched yesterday. But best of all it is the time of the great melt. It has been dripping already but soon there will be puddles, streams of melt. With luck I could plant beets this month.
CHANGEOVER TO ALL RAIN WILL BE THE SLOWEST ACROSS THE NORTH COUNTRY WHERE A HALF OF FOOT OF SNOW WILL BE FOLLOWED BY A SIX TO NINE HOUR PERIOD OF FREEZING RAIN WITH ACCUMULATIONS OF A HALF TO THREE QUARTERS INCH POSSIBLE.
OK, sure we have an ice storm coming. Sure there are three weeks of winter left. Sure, sure, sure - blah, blah, blah. Old man winter is about to DIE!