I've often though of living in Florida or New Mexico or someplace else warm and snowless. But I'm not sure I could do it. I think the harshness of winter makes spring seem all the more glorious. A couple of months from now, spring flowers will be in bloom along the riverbanks, flowing waters will have cleared, and the trout will be rising to a Hendrickson hatch--all fed by this morning's frosty blanket. I can deal with that.