What? Our sherpa on the mountain, laying down our ropes, our guide on the road, unfurling our map, Ann tells us she’s heading for gentler climes. Key West! Leaving us up North, snowbound and packed in February ice. What? Posting photos to make us green, when there’s not a blade of grass in sight out here? She will be in touch, she says. Sure, from Starbucks hot spots, with caffeine carry-out and waterside tables, breakfasts at leisure, sighting giant blue herons in the sky. Postcards from snowbirds! Indeed. Go Anne, go. With the March wind at your back. Write up a storm. Go South on us and enjoy!