I am kind of sad that the snow melted today. There was quite an impressive pile of it on either side of the driveway, shored up with the first snowfall from November still in the bottom layer, and all the shovelling it took to make those walls--it's hard to justify how much I sweat for it when it was all going to melt eventually. I was just starting to like winter. What do you do with March? You can't ski, you can't go to the beach, you can't plant flowers. In like a lion, out like a muddy, sopping wet lamb sunk to his knees.