The clouds blanket the area, blocking the sun, throwing snow around, and making the world look harsh. The wind whips to and fro, chilling everything with its icy fingers. The hardiest of folk are out and about, determined to “do” when Mother Nature is saying “don’t.” The geese from up north linger close to each other, looking for companionship and warmth. It’s March and Old Man Winter is not ready to leave just yet. His welcome has long since worn out.