Agreed, very tiresome.
In fact, not just tiresome, but irksome, too.
You expect snow (and ice, and sleet, and frost) - even if you detest it (as I do) - in winter, but, when the calendar clocks into spring, deep down, you think, you hope, you believe, that you have left all of that dismal, dark, dreary, depressing, stuff behind until next winter.
Thus, when winter and its accompanying unwelcome delights choose to linger, I, for one, am.....not just disappointed, but displeased.
Amen to that.
A profound and heartfelt amen to that.
At least, the daytime temperatures are quite lovely. Cold, but brisk and healthy.
Okay, today is wonderful; daffodils are gloriously in bloom, greeting the spring in their raiment of yellow and gold, while the bright quality of the available light is a benediction, a blessing of pure joy, as that great golden globe shines from a cerulean sky.