Two weeks after the most recent snow, the drifts are still 2 feet deep in my back yard. Still, there is some bare ground and we may see upper 40s this weekend. Last night, under the full moon, in the yard for last call with the dogs, I heard a spring peeper in my nieighbor's pond. It was the most feeble, half-hearted attempt at a mating call out in the 34 degree air. Poor little guy. Gotta give him credit for ambition. Still, that's one of the significant harbingers of warmer weather to come. Hope burns eternal in the hearts of roadies.