Here we are, in February again—that mid-winter, sometimes blah-seeming month. A month filled with days when all the color seems to have been leached out of the view out my window; leaving only shades of grey, white and brown on brown. A month when I want to start buying daffodils and tulips to brighten the drab days that fall down from the grey sky.
There is no end to the gifts awaiting those who are awake and alert. No end to the grace that surrounds even the most drab day. If I look for it I will find it perched, like Emily Dickens “thing with feathers-“, singing its “tune without the words”, brightening these February days with warmth and light.