The March of time

I hate March.

I love March.

Lion.

Lamb.

Big snow.

Green grass.

The polar vortex.

The equinox.

There’s my shovel.

Oh, a crocus.

Icicles.

Tree buds.

Frozen greens.

Tee times.

Flowering trees.

Broken limbs.

The flu.

Spring fever.

Ash Wednesday.

Mardi Gras.

Long johns.

Flips-flops.

Blizzards.

Barbeques.

Yang.

Yin.

The ides of March.

St. Patrick’s Day.

Mukluks

Patios.

Save a Spider Day.

Pi Day.

Cold, dark mornings.

Daylight Savings Time.

Freezing.

Teasing.

Wheezing.

Pleasing.

Tournament snubs.

March Madness.

The Denver Nuggets.

Spring Training.

Winter.

Spring.

Easy go.

Easy come.

Cold.

Hot.

No.

Yes.

The worst of times.

The best of times.

Minus.

Plus.

I hate March.

I love March.

Wherefore art not thou April?