It’s the dead of winter, 6 a.m. and a spring picture entered my mind. I could see myself on my knees, in my flower bed, cleaning leaves and planting flowers. Minus 25 degrees Celsius outside, the thought warmed my heart. So many things are unknown, and yet I hope for spring. It is a sure hope.
* This article is available only to subscribers of the Premium or Online Edition memberships. *
If you have already subscribed please login using your email address and password. If not then please subscribe to the online edition using our Subscribe page.