It's 9degrees tomorrow, but spring's not far off.
On a side but related note: consider the suburban obsession with lawn care.
It's as if a large part of our moral concern and accompanying distribution of shame and social guilt got transferred mid-century to external appearances, i.e. lawn care. Since our neighbors were no longer known, we were only given access to each other's lives via facades. But we still had to judge each other, condemn, praise, etc., and assign moral values (read: make sense of our universes). But now we only have access to each others externals. Thus the importance of lawns.
It is only by happy chance (our movies tells us) that we discover the single elderly woman who doesn't keep her garden well isn't a witch. Who knew? Her lawn's shaggy. How were we to suspect anything different?