And this is the view from our front door on this fine, February afternoon.
Of course I know that winter doesn't end officially until the end of march nor does it practically end until mid-late April, nonetheless, it feels torturous knowing that the west coast is already seeing spring-like conditions while we are lost in another winter storm.
Care to remind me why I ever moved here? Oh yes, for the love of my life and eventually this:
I guess my day isn't that bad after all.