Sail away on the schooner Deliverance. Be attacked by giant Brussels Sprouts. Wonder which scarecrows in the community garden are drinking malt liquor. Watch the snowdrops come up through the snow. Then, Sunday afternoon, watch the snow cover them over again. There’s nothing like early March to make you bite your nails and wish for a definitive season to begin. Gentlemen, start your engines. Spring is in the air.