Yesterday we were out for a walk in Spring jackets enjoying the sunshine. Today I bundled up in my Winter jacket, hat, scarf, and gloves to shovel slop off my driveway while the bitter wind blew little balls of ice into my eyes. It could have been January were it not for the chatter of confused robins trying to figure out how to get to the worms under the snow. No matter how many years I live in Wisconsin, I will never get used to March. They say it comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb. And every year my husband comments that it came in like a lamb so it's going to go out like a lion. Personally, I don't find the start of March at all lamb-like. To me, it's all lion start to finish. April is the month I look forward to. That can get off to a cold start, too, but it almost always flows nice and gently into May with flowers blooming and leaves sprouting. Now that's Spring.