It’s official: this is the last day of winter. There will be no more winter after today. I won’t permit it. Don’t even ask.  We’re done. Ain’t gotta do winter for a while.  Finito. Happy days are here again. Warm weather will now prevail. I’m getting a new thermometer and I’m gonna saw off the bottom half at the 32-degree mark. Do not say the words “below zero” for the next nine months because LA LA LA I CAN’T HEAR YOU! I want to see nothing but green when I look out the window from now on. Dandelions, I command you to blossom. Trees, you may bud and leaf out. Grass, just you try and make me get the lawn mower out of the shed twice a week. Winter has ended and must now fade from memory, as if a bad dream.  This is my final word.