Here on a raft jutting into the North Atlantic, we're experiencing the best spring in memory. There are parts of the Eastern Shore that haven't had snow since last April. Looking at the open harbour from where I write this, I see thousands of mergansers, bluebills and whistlers---and the geese are back. A tidal backwater at the other end of the property has hundreds of blacks. Standing among sprouting crocus and daffodils the other day, Nancy said, "It's kind of scary, isn't it?" Ordinarily March is mean.