It is finally Spring.

(Photo by morning_rumtea, used under Creative Commons license)

It always feels a bit dangerous celebrating the start of Spring in New England, what with it still being March and all (and March, of course, comes from the Latin meaning “31 days of metaphorical curb stomping”).  But given the long, cold, painful winter we’ve endured, not to mention the general state of the world at the moment, sometimes you do indeed need to celebrate it.