Well, it appears we made it out of March with only a few baby lions and a nice day with a pet lamb. And now it’s April, a month generally known for third winter and guarded optimism.

And then there was Saturday, oh wonderful Saturday, a gorgeous March beach day. At least until afternoon. Nothing is more March than a chill afternoon west of the bridge and a chilly afternoon east of it. It started out a fine day, the finest of the year, I would say, and a nice end to an otherwise shivery week.