It's a cold and cloudy mid-February day. Though spring officially arrives next month, right now it seems awfully far away. We have a small place on the St. Francis River, and I've been thinking about the fun of an early spring weekend where we watch the river roll by, cook over the campfire (Indy loves that part), and just enjoy the beauty of the outdoors. Nothing like spring in Missouri, is there? I can almost smell the hickory smoke of the fire now.