It's about that time

Whenever March roles around, it's ironically always the same time of year I start to get sick of winter.  It has snowed around a thousand times and the streets are covered in icky, cold, lumpy slush.  I'm over it, and this winter has got to go.  On the other hand, it still is pretty before it goes nasty.  Photo below is of me standing in about two inches of hail tonight [[ which is my weather by the way, but that's a story for another day ]]