It seems silly, composing this post when the thermometer recently soared above 60 degrees Fahrenheit. Yet the next “weather-alert,” “blockbuster,” “snowmageddon” storm is likely on its way. How many days until spring? It’s non-stop for me from October through New Year’s. And then…? Nothing. No big holidays or epic decorations. Hardly a cookie to bake. I pondered these sad facts as I gaze out at my yard, a.k.a. the frozen tundra. Spring and summer plantings dormant beneath cru