Phil declared we still have six more weeks of winter weather ahead of us. I’m willfully in denial. He's a groundhog, what does he know. I’m ready for sunshine, spring flowers, and dozens of tiny leaves popping up in my seedling trays indoors. This weekend, I brought all the stray hats and mittens in the car inside and put them back in the basket by the door. I even put one of my two heavy winter coats back in the closet.

I should probably apologize now for the blizzard I’ve likely called down on us all.