We've replaced the winter magnet with the spring magnet on our little preschool calendar, but weather is not regulated by neat human divisions. In our front flower bed, tulip blossom push their tips through the thawing earth. Our long-silent neighborhood is again full of little voices, of scooters and sidewalk chalk and pick-up soccer games. But still, snow flurries sneak up on us, and even in the sunshine, we shiver in our fleece jackets, the ones we are all determined to wear. "Where do we find summer?" Ellie asks one morning, longingly.