With Forks and Hope
(that's a quote from Lewis Carroll's "The Hunting of the Snark")
Snow, bleakness, cold, wind, more snow: is there anything hopeful coming out of these endless February days? Yes!
The magnolia buds are swelling.
The willows are turning golden.
Days are longer.
The cardinal and the bluejay have found mates and their colors are turning brilliant.
Do you see buds and hope outside your windows?