As the Worm Turns

Well, you see, here it is March. The daffodils are coming up and the crocus ( crocus? crocuses? croci? Whatever.) are blooming. But then yesterday we got what you see below. No, the trees don't have dandruff, and yes, those little white specks visible in the trees are snow. It was snowing.
Again.
Oy.

And those few flakes turned overnight into this...
Again.

Okay, it isn't another 11 or 12 inches, thank goatness, but it is still quite ccccccold! At any rate, when I see this guy coming next year, I fully intend to tell him to keep right on going. After all, "...the smallest worm will turn, being trodden on..." - William Shakespeare. (Henry VI, Part 3), and I think we've been 'trodden' on quite enough for one year.