In places where winters are mild enough to engage in regular outdoor activities, seasonal weariness sets in around February, even for those of us who proudly consider ourselves People of the North.

I think I've hit that point...today. Yes, today, at that very moment when strong winds began to punctuate the already refreshing -30C weather, unfurling oversized basset ears into imperial banners.

The upside to craving summer, or at least, spring?

Warming up with a touch of red wine.