Spring arrives in less than two hours. I learn this not from feeling it in the air or hearing it in bird song but from looking it up online. Which is to say that it hasn't felt much like spring this March.
This time last year we were coatless and reveling in cherry blossoms. This year we're dodging "precipitation events" (what the weather folks are calling potential snow storms — just in case they go bust like the "Snowquester" did in parts of this area).
I'm not complaining about the cool temperatures. Last year was warm enough to be eerie. Spring will be all the more welcome when it arrives.
Not when it arrives at 7:02 a.m. When it arrives for real.