Observe the photo below of Chez DeBoer's yard. It is blanketed by snow.
Now, observe the photo of Chez Woodruff's yard, taken on the same day in the middle of March. It is blanketed by nothing. The sun is shining, the snow is melted and the grass is showing.
Those of us who occupy the south side of Ruggles, whose houses face the north, are in the process of concocting a giant mirror-like device to even out the playing field. Or we'll just secretly egg Woodruffs house. Did I mention we have the greatest neighbors?