Dang, it is March 1st and here I was thinking we were almost free of winter's frozen shackles. Now they say it will be the coldest weekend of the past year. Brrrr. No thanks. I want sun and warmth on my skin, zephyrs from the tropical region brushing my face, crickets chirping in the summer twilight. I know those things aren't all that common here in Minnesocold, but I'm probably not moving anywhere else in the near future. So I resign myself, talking myself into believing that this summer will be perfect and warm and sunny and fine and fun and I'll appreciate it all the more after yet another winter season. Uh-huh. Yep.