A walk yesterday afternoon along Lake Mendota says it all.
Personally, I would not sit on a lake where half of it is no longer iced over. No, let me correct that: I would not sit on a lake where the only visible colors around me are shades of gray and the skies let loose something between ice pellets and rain.
Of course, it's not clear why I would be taking a walk under those conditions.
March here is so often a disappointing month.