Spring arrived in Atlanta a half hour past midnight. The new season brought an end of two weeks of high temperatures in the 70's and 80's. So it's a bit topsy-turvy, I'm pleased to leave behind the Season of Ice even if the northeastern U.S. could get nailed with another snowstorm next week.
No calendar in the western world has described the seasons better than the French Revolutionary Calendar used between 1793 and 1805. Unfortunately the calendar failed for a host of reasons, none of them related the appropriately descriptive days of the month. Instead of March 20, think of Germinal and her thirty days: