A strong S.W. wind blows the sky clear. Almost noon and the snow begins to melt like magic. A riotous vigorous day, true March weather-
At sundown the sidewalk and pools show spreading spears of ice, and the bushes & trees are turned to golden tongues of fire against the deep blue sky. I am never prepared for such a wonderful season - it seems always new and always intoxicating.
Charles E. Burchfield, March 17, 1937