This is quite possibly the strangest winter I’ve experienced in a while. Coming from a midwestern girl, that’s saying a lot. This morning we woke up to a heavy frost from the melting and fog we’ve had. It looked like it had snowed and at this point, we’ll take what we can get. Every twig on every tree was frosted and glistening in the sun that was pushing through every crack it could find in the clouds. As I went about my day, from snapping pictures at the North Branch Polar Plunge to showings in Sunrise and Shafer, I was greeted with a glittering, gorgeous landscape. Then the sun finally made its debut, and infected every soul with Spring Fever. It’s only the beginning of February and I’m dodging mud puddles and questioning whether it’s safe to go out on the ice. Of course I know that there are technically two long months left of winter and that at any given time, we could be buried under feet of snow. But for now, this feels like the longest spring we’ve ever had.