Open the Windows!
I DON’T KNOW ABOUT YOU, BUT I’M READY FOR SPRING BY FEBRUARY! But, alas, when you live in the Midwest, it just doesn’t show its pretty face that soon. Growing up in Minnesota should have toughened me up, but after spending 34 years in Southern California, my recent move back to the plains has been a bit of an adjustment, to say the least. I can laugh about it now, but after the first long, bitter winter, I was deeply longing for fresh air. At the chirp of the first bird, I excitedly flung open the curtains and prepared to lift the windows. However, Old Man Winter (and excess paint) had frozen them shut. In tears of frustration, I attacked them with paint scrapers, screwdrivers, warm water, WD-40—anything I could get my…