I may profess my avid love for winter unabashedly, but this being my first legitimate winter, I'll confess my love is wavering a tad. I was ecstatic the one day it snowed. We went tramping through the white, wet streets to the market and meandered through the brick lined alleys joyously. Noses going numb and all, I loved every minute of it. But these grey, dreary, freezing days after the snow stopped falling are the ones that make me anxious for spring. My heart is aching for some sunshine. And today... today we had some. 65% in the beginning of February?!? in PA? I have no idea. But I'll take it. Gladly.