Decades ago I was in my high school play "Carousel" and still remember the tune: March went out like a lion; whipping up the water in the bay. Then April sighed and stepped aside, and along came pretty little May! So much for waxing nostalgic . . . I sure hope spring arrives soon. The robins are here, but the weather is not cooperating . . . brrrrrrrr! . . . I hope the birdies don't turn on their wings and exit . . .