Well, spring finally touches down here at 6:45 PM EDT this evening. Hey, Vernal Equinox. Where have you been? It's been a long wait, and even though the calendar says you've finally arrived, I'm holding my breath. I've been fooled before. And during the course of the day yesterday I thought I heard that ol' Mother Nature might have a nasty trick up her sleeve for the weekend. Now, I'm not really superstitious, but just to be on the safe side, I won't even utter that dreadful four letter word. This morning I'm paying homage to our trusty Vigilant woodstove that kept us company through another Maine winter. I'm feeding it less and less these days, and that's always a good sign come March. However, seeing brown grass across the front lawn is still weeks away. And I hope to see a robin someday soon. Melting in the driveway is always a very good sign. April showers will help. Winter, let go your mighty grip. You've proved your point! 8°F right now... 6:31AM. I kid you not.