I found this perfect poem to tell of a March where, while here in the Valley of the Sun the lantana is out in a myriad of colors and the temperatures break 80 each day, back in My New England home winter refuses to give up its grip.

I wonder if the sap is stirring yet,
If wintry birds are dreaming of a mate,
If frozen snowdrops feel as yet the sun
And crocus fires are kindling one by one:
Sing robin, sing:
I still am sore in doubt concerning Spring.
— Christina Rossetti

All I can do is reassure my friends and family members that spring, indeed, is on the way.

Hat tip: egreenway.com