The Winter That Wasn't

This is the time of year when those of us who haven't made it to a tropical place for some or all of the winter typically feel cabin fever, talk about seasonal affective disorder, and wonder if winter will ever end.

Instead, we are watching the snowdrops and crocuses come up, playing tennis outdoors, and thinking about getting the boat ready. Some Shelter Island residents even report sighting the return of three osprey - usually a reliable herald of spring - on Feb. 7.

The usual winter germs have been more active than ever, undoubtedly because there have been so few frozen days, and the snow shovels, cross-country skis, sleds, down parkas, and boots have barely stirred.

Normally we East Enders can be found dreaming of the hot Caribbean sun at this time of year; instead we have visions of skiing in Vermont and warming ourselves with hot chocolate in front of a fire.

The calendar may say winter, but everything else is saying spring, spring, spring. (At least so far.)