On this day in late February, the air is cold, but the sun is shining and the birds sing. Winter's edge is slipping, pulling away from the land.
I walked in my garden and saw old things passing.
I saw new things growing.
And I saw colors emerging to push the drab away.
And beautiful flowers already blooming. The hellebores, heralds of spring, are here.
Winter is going and a new season is coming. And if you are in a place where the world is yet frozen, I hope the heralds of your spring will be coming soon to you.