This is what I think of on another cold winter's day:

• the soft western zephyr on a late August afternoon
• the sound of thousands of frogs early in the spring...doing whatever frogs do
• the cry of killdeers shooing danger from their nests
• the distant hum of combines harvesting sunflowers
• the cacaphony of little bird voices on an early June morning
• the earthy smell of freshly turned soil in the garden
• the visible, shiny, slimy trails of way too many slugs
• the smell of fresh cucumbers being sliced for lunch
• the cinnamon fragrance of masses of nodding petunias

Okay....I'm wishing for summer.....no apologies!