I used to hate March. I was still expecting spring to arrive when it's supposed to--on March 20 or thereabouts-- and it never did. Not in Michigan anyway. But now I love this crazy month. One day it will be 10 degrees F/-12 C and the next it will be 60 degrees F/+15 C. You never know what's coming next, except one thing is certain: spring will come eventually. And even when it's cold and snowy, there are already signs of spring if you look closely. The buds on the trees are getting fatter every day. Birds are singing with more verve and energy. Squirrels are running around like crazy. And here in this state that is surrounded on three sides by water, the lake ice is starting to break up. Soon I'll be hearing "ice music," the tinkling sound of shards of ice brushing against one another on wind-whipped waves. Unearthly!