We will pay for all this untimely weather

I get it, the mood, the joy, the very lightness of being in this winter of 2012. March feels like May, it’s barely snowed all year, and the temperatures have set one benevolent record after another. So you’re all chuckling to yourselves, thinking we’ve done something you didn’t think possible: We cheated Old Man Winter. But we haven’t. This is New England, where things never break in our favor.