Most of us do not care for transitions, though there are tempting moments of excitement and hope. Yet the changes often blind-side us, upsetting the routines that bring us comfort and security. March’s transitions are volatile, unreliable, so that even the tradition of maple sugaring is at the mercy of the unknown. Consider the fierce storm of mid-March in 1993, raising the snowbanks and dashing spring thoughts. March’s memoires are filled with such “crown of winter” storms, from the great Blizzard of 1888, to Vermont’s deepest snowfall of the 20th century in 1947, when Readsboro was buried under 50 inches of new snow, bringing snow on the ground to a depth of 80 inches. Not to be outdone, the Great March snow of 1984 produced the greatest amount of snow ever measured in 24 hours, topping 37 inches in Peru, nestled in the southern Green Mountains.