It's late January, and winter's been with us for long enough that, from time-to-time, my mind meanders May-ward. Or even toward June and July and August. Warmer months. Carefree months for sailing and gardening and cycling canopied country roads... Don't misunderstand. I'm no winter hater. On the contrary. I actually love the chill and the snow. The skiing. But there's something about the ...