Comfort in the cold - freshly squeezed juice, morning light on the (very messy) dresser and the spindly winter trees. It's been cold and wet here with the odd dusting of snow. Enough for us to know that we are still in the firm grip of winter. The dogs are filthy, the house is filthy, the roads are potholey, we wake to the drum of rain and we climb into bed to the drum of rain. Yes, it's winter. But that can only mean one thing. Spring isn't too far away.