Last year’s winter left us breathless. The snow was piled in mountains 8 feet tall around our house, and it became a test of sheer willpower to believe that Spring was ever, ever, going to come. This year, we had a mild blizzard in early October, with only occasional sprinkles of snow since.

Yet it still feels as though we endured something, weathered it, as it were, and have made it out successfully on the other side.