March is a funny old month. As I write this, snow is falling and settling three inches deep. And yet I remember a March, some years ago, when we sat out in the garden, basking in the afternoon sunshine at a friend’s birthday party. April can be similar, with hints of the warmer weather to come and icy blasts to remind us winter has not quite relinquished its grip. When my son was born on Easter Saturday in early April 1996, flurries of snow heralded his arrival. We have celebrated his birthday...
