Much as I get sick of winter, I can't imagine living somewhere without four seasons. The idea of missing the beautiful, peaceful, hopeful feeling you get when, after a long and dreary winter, the days get longer and the light starts to change and spring flowers start popping up all over the place seems insane to me. Not to say that I haven't cursed many a cold winter morning, complaining loudly as I was dragged down the icy hill by my crazy dog, but you have to get through winter to get to spring. It's cold today, but I know from the flowers that spring is here. I photographed these pretty little crocuses (Wikipedia says you have a choice for the plural of crocus -- crocuses or croci) at my neighbor Judy's house—a field of crocuses!
P.S. I've spent much of my free time this winter knitting socks for my kids. I think I'm on pair number 4. Or maybe 5. One of these days I'll take some photos.