Both Punxsutawney Phil and Wiarton Willie saw their shadows yesterday, which means we're in for another six miserable weeks of horrid weather. The colder it gets this season, and the further we sink into wintry oblivion, the more I want to surround myself with the sweet, soft colours of spring. Right now I'm most drawn to hazy peach hues, from blush to apricot to pale coral. Nothing seems more fresh and inviting in the midst of this dreary frost than a tangerine dream of a dress, pretty orange sorbet nails and a big bouquet of cantaloupe-coloured tulips . I think I'll wrap myself up in a cozy peach quilt and watch Groundhog Day — so underrated! — until it's safe to venture outside in sandals again.