Sometimes the change in months feels like more than just a new day. It’s a big leap forward. March is one of those. Goodbye dreary, dragging winter. Hello spring, welcome warm weather, pleased to meet you long days, won’t you stay into the night daylight? There are birds chirping outside this morning, and it’s quite possible that they were singing the same song yesterday, but today I hear them. Jasmine is blooming along the fence, gently blowing the scent of spring, and I’ve been holding my breath each time I get a whiff, willing spring to stay.