It's chilly here in Boston. Theoretically, April showers bring May flowers, but I'm not entirely sure what kind of flowers snow showers bring.
Really, I don't mind. I like snow. But I also wouldn't mind it being spring already. I want to go and sit on the shore of Spot Pond and read while the spring breeze blows gently past.
Of course, I've done that a couple times already this year. It's quite nice, and I think doing it more often could be quite good for my mental stability. This just means that I want it to be spring even more.