(Springy G saunters up her front walk, intent upon a slip of paper sticking out of the mailbox)
Oh, dear -- They tried to deliver spring at a quarter after eleven this morning, while I was at work. I guess I'd better drive over to the courier depot and sign for it.
(A rogue snowflake lands on her nose. She sneezes, turns her gaze upward to sky, and sighs.)
Regardless, a happy Equinox to you. I'm going to go run some errands and then maybe get this weather thing sorted out.