April may be the cruelest month, but March bites, too, in the higher regions of New Hampshire. Just 10 miles away in the valley, green shoots are poking up and crocuses are preparing to make their appearance. Here in the hills we still have over a foot of snow on the ground, ice everywhere, and the forecast for the week promises no thaw in sight. Forget February, I dream of heading South for the months of March and April. Now is when I'm sick of winter!