Warm weather in March means mud, by the end of the day the dirt parts of the roads had standing water and deep, deep ruts. It makes me glad I’m in an AWD Subaru.
The other thing that March means is syrup. Neighbor Steve has the taps and buckets out and on the trees.

Selfie at the Skiway. No helmet indicates a geezer.
Winslow side of the Skiway and the McLane Family Lodge.
Spring means mud. This is not the worst spot, but one where I felt OK with stopping for a moment. The strategy for the bad spots is to plow through.
The taps and buckets are out. Sweetness on the way.
BTW, that's a three rail fence behind the wall and maples. There's still plenty of snow.
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