Well, sort of. Bear and I took a "winter time-out" the other day to investigate our city's greenhouse, where, in the company of birds who chirped and chattered the whole time, we immersed ourselves in something other than ice and snow.
At 75 degrees, the air was thick and the foliage lush as we wandered around the little concrete paths and watched koi swimming lazily in their ponds. I almost forgot where we were, it was so like the tropics.
I have friends who have packed up the kids, a lunch, and a blanket and spent an entire afternoon in the greenhouse, so sick of winter, they were. Not a bad idea, especially since this morning it seems darker than usual, and it is snowing. Sigh.