I miss winter. You, dear reader, probably do not.Ever since relocating from Minneapolis, I've missed knocking a hockey puck around an open pond with my daughter. Or skating Lake of the Isles on a moonlit night. Winter there was quite like the week of winter we just experienced here--only colder and many, many weeks longer.
And, because I love winter, I also understand cabin fever. Those last lingering weeks of cold when it just isn't fun anymore. When you are just about insane from lack of daylight and too much -way to much- comfort food.
So let's imagine that you step outdoors without the gigantic puffy overcoat. And you feel something different in the air. The soil has unlocked it's riches and begun to stir. You can just make out the beginnings of green in the gray branches.
Or simply watch this video of warm weather scenes from some of the many porches we've designed and built.
And, yes. This is the most shameless excuse for peddling our wares that I've come up with so far.
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