I will happily trade you our sticky, humid heat for your snow. I hate Virginia. Summer starts in early March, which screws up my native Minnesotan sense of the correct progress of the year to no end. (I prefer the way California screws up my sense of the year. Three months of fall, one month of rain, then eight months of windy spring/summer, minus the humidity. I can handle the year being incorrect if it's comfortably incorrect.)