March madness. Yesterday morning I was walking in a gentle spring rain, my spirits rejoicing that spring had arrived. The air was warm and had that special spring smell of wet earth. By evening the temperature had plummeted 30 degrees. The world was encased ice. It was snowing instead of raining. This morning, the crocuses by the shed that had been preparing to burst into bloom were barely peeking out of a snow drift. There were tracks in the snow where squirrels and birds had visited the feeders looking for something to eat but all the seed was frozen to the ground. It looks and feels like January. I know that it will be this way all month.