When I got my Irish Eyes seed catalog in the mail, I realized why exactly I had been feeling cranky and wishing the sun shining outside was actually warm. It's January, a month that can be somewhat depressing in Alaska. That's because spring is not for another five months (lets not even talk about summer). And although there have been plenty of years where January has not bothered me one bit, this year I think it has been. Maybe it is because this is my last semester, I'm not sure. But I know that browsing through my magazine while snuggling under my hand knit afghan, spring is a whispered promise that brings a little smile to my lips.