March Madness? Spring is here? Tell it to the snow sphinx

WE KNOW IT CAN ONLY GET WORSE, and yet we can't help but notice how nice these last couple of days have been.  A long sunny weekend in early March, an almost warm Monday.  The sense of spring, not in abstract or memory, but to feel it in the air like sex in the wind.  I can smell Spring around here!

  But it's a tease, not even a lie. March is a month only a mother could love. Such a disappointment. Not allowed to be still winter, not supposed to be spring.  Acting out all the time.

  I see no lamb in March.  A lion certainly, but not roaring necessarily.  I see an inscrutable lionlike presence in the month of March.  Like that snow sphinx above. March is patient.  March has seen it all.