Here along Michigan's sunny (ha,ha) West Coast it seems to snow every couple of days, but it warms to the upper 30s and melts. There are a few perennials sending out green spikes and I've even seen some crocuses blooming. Neighbors know it's officially Spring when I move the archery targets from the basement to the back yard and start flinging arrows from longer distance. The older I get the more I realize how wise I've been over the years to always 'hate' the snow. I'm still a beach bum at heart who needs the sun to refresh my spirits. Hope to be taking a warm, sunny nap hugging a longbow in the turkey woods soon . . .