Something about the end of winter in Colorado that is endless. We have the harbingers of Spring - more birds singing, early pollen alerts (with snow on the ground?!), tiny shoots of iris and tulips and squirrels running circles in pairs. What holds winter in place is the prevalence of brown and bare limbs. This year has been better in terms of hard and soft ground. More snow = more soft brown dirt and even puddles in our yard. Soon there will be a smidgen of perfect weather that's not too hot/not too cold during which I'll get out and try to rearrange the yard somewhat. Then the dry heat moves in and I move to the hammock on the back porch.
I wouldn't like to be a plant or wild animal in Colorado.