Supposed to be in the 90s all week. I try to do this every year. Used to live there about 20 years ago, but couldn't wait to leave. Of course I was drinking then, and of course if I wasn't happy it was because of external forces I was at the mercy of.
I remember March back there, I grew up just north of Buffalo NY. By this time of year, it seemed like it had been winter forever. But then little green sprouts began to come up in a few sheltered places.