Columns share an author’s personal perspective. Southern winters are a lot like Southern women I have known: they can come at you bone-chilling cold one day, with dark, threatening clouds that can bring down trees and power lines with their iciness; then burn you like a fat-lighter-pine fire the next. But most of the time, they are quite pleasant.I could elaborate on this analogy from my vast and varied experiences with Southern belles, but my wife has provided me with a list of