I'm trying to. Spring forward, that is. When I was growing up, fall was my favorite season because I loved getting back to the school routine. Maybe it was the new clothes. I still have fond memories of a flannel dress I wore on the first day of sixth grade. It had license plates all over it, and I thought I was destined for the cover of Vogue, especially with the accompanying black and white saddle shoes that were all the rage. But I'm a summer gal now. I suspect this has something to do with where I live. Every year at this time when we return to daylight savings time, I find Mother Nature to be particularly cruel. One day it's sunny and warm, hinting at what's to come. Then the next five are wet and cold, forcing the capris back into the closet. It could be worse, I know, and my apologies go out to those of you who live east of the Mississippi. But you will soon have something that those of us in the Northwest rarely get -- a real, sustained spring. So I'm f