As the evenings lengthen and the feeling of being well-rested lingers from a long Easter weekend, we are unable to think of much else other than getting outside. Or perhaps it is the simple changing of the clocks (spring forward!) infusing us with energy as we wake to see the sun again, having long ago forgotten its morning beauty. With this new gentle and wary light bathing our world we glimpse the miraculous - overnight buds sprinkle bare branches and tiny, hesitant purple flowers poke their heads up thru layers of soil. But truly the real miracle is that after weeks of grey we slow our frantic pace just long enough to take notice of this small dot of colour. Now I understand what miserable February is for.