George Harrison wrote prophetically, “little darling, it’s been a long cold lonely winter.”  For some, spring announces and marks the end of loneliness and the arrival of cherry blossoms, tulips and crocus extended green thumbs, all heralding a season of renewal and rebirth. Winter is over. Yet, for us folks living in the high country, spring is still a hope, a season far off in the distance. It’s a feeling, or a sense that spring is “out there” one just doesn’t know when it