It is snowy and cold yet still on this Third of March. It has been one of the longest winters in my consciousness and spring can’t come too soon. True to my procrastinating form, we have suffered the winter with windows unsealed and freezing air seeping in through every tiny crack and crevice there is in this house. Oh, the best laid plans. Oh, the familiar frustration. And, yet, it is almost over (winter, that is…) In just a few short months I shall be whining about 100 degree heat indexes and the fact that one could fry an egg on our front door at four in the afternoon. Such as it is…beyond wits’ end.