March

I think part of the beauty of March is its way of giving hope to people. For Canadians living where we do, we should know better: winter is not over, people, not according to the calendar and not according to Mother Nature; we always get some kind of nasty storm in March; it remains cold enough for a heavy coat for simply weeks yet. And yet, inevitably, when March begins out come the comments about spring being just around the corner and so on and so on. We are ever willing to flaunt reality and history in the name of hope. And hope is always a beautiful thing, even when misguided.

This year we've been treated to an unprecedented amount of sunshine, too, and so I echo the rest: bring it on!