This is the time of year when even the cute outside ornaments begin to show how difficult a winter it’s been. We’ve had so many below zero days that the “F” in Frosty snapped off. Although still equipped with all my appendages, I feel for Frosty…I really do. I am a born and bred northerner and I am reaching my limit here. Now I know I don’t have to contend with mudslides and earthquakes, but it is the slow, continuity of it all that gives me a reason to throw my “uggs” in the trash and stare at my strappy sandles with longing. I will be ready when it comes, this phenomenon they call spring. And I will move my snoopy dance outdoors right into the dirt…even with a pedicure, I will get them dirty!