March is so fickle. You’d think we’d have learned by now that yes, we are closer to Spring when March rolls around, but NO it’s not Spring yet. We usually have a couple blizzards mixed with some crazy warm days. March is a month with a personality disorder. Every year I tell myself not to be fooled, that the idea of warmth that comes with March is false, not to be fooled by it, but I always am. Even those octogenarians who have spent their entire lives here in chilly Wisconsin, pop in the library rubbing their hands together in anticipation of the warm weather that March will certainly bring (and then drag themselves in through the next snowstorm grumbling). I wonder why April Fools Day is in April when we are all certainly fooled in March.