We haven't seen a March like this one — thick and rough and no-holds barred — for a few years now. It has me think back a week ago when we were climbing Sugarloaf in Massachusetts and the trail was still slushy but melting fast; and when we went to a nearby library to check out a satchel of books, what with a spring-fever roiling through our bodies, the young librarian clerk cheerfully announced to us "Spring!", and we wanted to smile with her, and we did smile, but she also saw we knew better. That's when she said, eyes lowering, "Oh, yes, I know". . . And here it is — a deep white and muddy Spring Equinox digging out.