Looky! See it? (You might have to squint, and if you're color blind, fuhgetaboutit.)
See it now? That little touch of green? Those skinny tendrils just starting to poke out of the ground under my trees out front? CROCUSSES! (Or croci, which is also an acceptable plural. I just tend to gravitate toward "-cusses" for some reason. Hmm.) No flowers yet, not even buds, but that's okay. I'm not greedy. Because you know what this means??? Spring! Spring WILL come this year.
Take THAT, winter, you sorry SOB! You LOSE, suckuh!
Of course, there's still plenty of this...
...around, taking for-freakin'-ever to melt, but it is diminishing daily. It's getting soft and weak. Losing it's grip. Heh, heh, heh. Soon its sorry white behind will be out of here!
Okay, so I'm anthropomorphizing a tad. Sue me. This year I took winter personally. Oh, I know we'll have more freezes before it's really gone. More flakes. More dreary days. Like the guests who s-t-r-e-t-c-h out the goodbyes from the front door all the way down to the curb, and then just won't get in the blasted car and drive away. But at least they're out of the house, and there is a glimmer of hope that your world will be your own again.