Isn’t it just like March? She notices that her snow and ice have melted, and the beloved green ground is showing itself to those that need to eat it and those, such as Yours Truly, who need to see it in spring.
March apparently decided that there was too much indecent exposure going on. She cast down millions of tiny snowflakes in plumes of white yesterday, which lay like a cheap blanket on the awakening earth and returned us to what has become decent, but boring, whiteness.
Yes, of course, snowfalls and their effects are beautiful. But they can become like engaging guests who overstay their invitation. Nonetheless, now that I’ve finished my first rant of the day, here and in the Comment space are a couple of images of March’s outdoor madness yesterday. (Fortunately, the indoor basketball madness has been mostly exciting, but that’s another story)
Images taken in Brooklin, Maine, on March 22, 2026.)