Today is the first day of March. Though the vernal equinox won't occur for another three weeks, still, when we turn the calendar today we think of spring, though snow still lies thick upon the ground. Thoreau recorded much the same sentiment on this day in 1838:
“March fans it, April christens it, and May puts on its jacket and trousers. It never grows up, but Alexandrian-like ‘drags its slow length along,’ ever springing, bud following close upon leaf, and when winter comes it is not annihilated, but creeps on mole-like under the snow, showing its face nevertheless occasionally by fuming springs and watercourses.”
—From the Journal of Henry David Thoreau, March 1, 1838.