IN MY DEFENSE, THEY WERE SMALL AND MONKEY-LIKE
Cold and blowy, snowy, white and wintery. Everyone is bitching about the weather as if the entrance into March was the entrance into Spring. But Spring is still at the end of the road. The vernal equinox is weeks away. March comes in like a LION, not like a lamb, no matter how pleadful and yearny and sick of February we are. February, that 2-bit floozy that overstayed her welcome, when we didn’t really welcome her in the first place. March gives us the cold shoulder at first. She’s aloof, her face is turned away…she has to warm up to...