It’s an odd fact of the English language that certain words appear only in their negative form, their prefixes attached with etymological epoxy. We hear only of dis-gruntled postal workers, although plenty of their happy counterparts can be found smiling behind the counters of Island post offices. And the progress of the sun toward its annual appointment with spring temperatures is described as in-exorable, although no adjective of the sort befits the weather of March. Island weather lately has been a series of lurching mood swings, as if March suffered from some meteorological bipolar disorder.

The details of March vary from year to year, but we know how this story ends. The end of our in-exorable winter, and the return of daylight and warmth. We’re entirely gruntled about that.