“Boston c’e’ la neve” is the beginning of a song lyric from one of my overplayed favorite Italian Artists, Eugenio Finardi, and after spending our first winter in Boston and in quarantine, there hasn’t been much snow but it’s still disgustingly cold with a few pockets of sunny and warmer weather. I’ll take whatever I can get right now, but I’m already daydreaming about pranzo in the backyard and flowers continuously blooming. We are almost there, I can feel it! For now, I’ve resorted to trying to throw on a tank top and a little extra bronzer on my face to imagine that I’m sitting outside feeling the sun’s warmth…