I'm sorry for this never-ending winter that you speak of.
We desert rats know of no such things. In early March we use words like barefoot, flip-flops, spring, sunblock, lemonade and perfection.
If I could, I promise you that I'd box up my sunshine and 75 degree weather and send it to you, sweet friends. I am sure (although inexperienced in such things) that y'all are D. O. N. E. with this winter. Done with cold feet and your kids that are inside endlessly.
(My little miracles have come in the form of the back side of gerbera daisies lately.)