(Extra credit points to anyone who recognizes the allusion in the title without having to resort to this hint.)
Last week, spring had sprung; all was chirping birds, and budding lilac bushes, and the smells of dust and diesel fumes from new road construction projects, and WARMTH.
This morning, we awoke to this.
I hate March.
Note: said hatred did not preclude me from traipsing out through the slushy lawn in my sandals to capture this photo because nothing less than the hackneyed picture of a hyacinth emerging from the snow would do.