For those of you who are winter weary ... who's knees are deep in snow and who's heavy hearts are yearning for the hope of spring, I went to find you some today. Not to worry.... little buds are opening, there are slight floral fragrances in the fresh January air, and hearts are finding their subtle way into my field of vision. Little messengers of hope, they are. They tell me that this long stretch of cold and dark is passing through, and behind it lies a wash of pastel hues and tender breezes. Each day, the sun becomes a little more hesitant to leave. It won't be long before we can feel her warmth on our skin once again.