Last weekend, when the temperatures hovered in the 50s, I took some nice walks and thought about gardening and some outdoor projects. Thus the news of a “major snow event” this upcoming Sunday through Tuesday is being greeted by me with a groan --- and I know I am not alone. The snow is so deep around our woodpile that I was not able to get near it last weekend as planned to get wood for the fireplace. I am not great at judging distances/depths (must be something about being better with words than with math and science), and thus my plan to trudge over there through the snow in my high boots was nixed by my husband, who told me there was two feet of snow next to the woodpile, which would make it thigh deep. I clearly need a new plan for this lest I spend another weekend burning those “logs” that one buys at the store. I’m dreaming of a green spring. Who’s going to write that song?