This most recent snowfall makes me long for warmer temperatures, sprouting crocuses and that loamy spring dirt smell.
But I guess this lost-glove finding Web site will be obsolete when that happens. I love One Cold Hand, just because I always feel so sad when I see a lost glove half-buried in the snow. I wish I would've thought to start a site to reunite them.
If that's not enough to help you embrace winter, here's a little bit of spring for you.