Walking through inches of snow, while a few more inches accumulate on my glasses, head and jacket, and getting to see how many puddles it takes to soak my sock via a new hole in my boot make me miss spring/summer... really anytime that doesn't require layers and snow shoes. I still love the snow, but in my second year of PA winters, I'm realizing that around this time, I want my flip flops back. And the sun shining through the windows. And fresh flowers and herbs lining my windows. I suppose pictures will have to do for now.