O fickle season, how thou doth tease! Just on the first full day of spring you deliver a sharp, (hopefully) final slap to our senses. And on today, when I had cleaned the snowboots and retired them, my heavy coats and my plethora of gloves to the blackest recesses of my closet, too. But I take heart that this never-ending winter of our discontent shall soon give way to the spring of our elation!
Photos by Joel Woodard