It's all I've done for the past week or so. Continually. At least in my head.
I don't mind winter and mounds of snow, but I hate it during my birthday-week. And I especially hate it covering the exposed buds of tree leaves, tulip heads and daffodil flowers. This year I was more than usually excited about my tulips coming up as I had planted two large boxes bought in Amsterdam. I was going to take pictures so I knew where I could plant more in the fall.
Now I just want to hole up inside with my coffee and my near-finished very long novel and not come out until June.