It would be nice to have cold weather and snow on the ground until the end of winter came abruptly and conclusively. In one day, the temperature would bounce from 20 to 55, all the snow would melt, and thereafter the thermometer would never go below 50.
Of course, that never happens. Instead, we get this interim period of slop and slush and ice filled water and treacherous footing and wet shoes. The snow melts, then we get freezing rain, then the mercury plunges again and everything freezes over. Winter drags on, and on, and you never know when it’s truly over.
In a word, it blows.