Slowly though, but most reluctantly, winter has been releasing it’s grip. In one violent deluge last week that left basements flooded all over the state, the snow was all washed away, and temperatures began spending more time on the proper side of freezing. It’s still not spring in earnest, mind you—we still have a fire morning and evening, but one can go outside for a few hours in the middle of the day without fear of frostbite. With the arrival of long-awaited warmer weather, the ususal flurry of spring activity has gone into hyperdrive. Where at the shipyard ours were usually the only cars around, it’s now hard to find an open space to park, and the sound of sanders, grinders, polishers and all manner of hoists and boatlifts fills the air that so recently was filled with driving snow.