March. March is mud month in the midwest, where I hail from. The deep frost is thawing, refreezing, heaving. Here in western Oregon we have little hard frost, but lots of rain, and by March the hillside that I live on has water pouring off of it, and plenty of mud. The trees are green with the mosses and lichens that cover their branches year around. I might be green myself. I know I’m muddy.