Sun's Out, Pep's Up, Fingers Crossed

I write this column with the kind of caution usually reserved for handling live grenades. Why? Because this time last year, I innocently mentioned sunshine, a lack of snow, and, oops, the county apparently thought I was issuing a challenge. Snow piled in, my inbox nearly exploded with frustrated messages, and the latest gem arrived just in time for this column: if anyone has to shovel snow after I write this, I’ll be receiving a bill. Consider this a very polite, slightly nervous preemptive apology to Mother Nature… and my friends in Lincoln County.

That said, the sun is winning, and so am I....