At some point there will be a loud crashing sound...indicative of spring taking a wild leap into being...and tripping over the coffee table in the process. At this magic moment it may actually be mild enough for me to do my own version of the polka..."the changing seasons Hebden two-step"...swathed in nothing more substantial that a lightweight dress, Hartford's polka dot scarf draped rakishly around my neck.

Of course, it may just continue to snow/rain/sleet for the rest of the year, in which case my dance may be more of a somber shuffle.