And may it be a day in which your nose detects a promise of spring, and the smell of good earth, also.

Saw crocuses starting to bloom in the remnants of the garden I left behind last week, as well as the leaves of daffodils, up about 6 inches. When I pick up my son on Monday, I won't be surprised if I see the flower buds of crested and reticulated iris, if I can bear to get out of the car to look. Here and there, in sheltered spots, little tufts of winter-cress are in bloom, and little patches of bloody cranesbill, chickweed, henbit, common speedwell, etc., are starting to starting to sprout up. I think of you and TL every time I see these signs of renewal, knowing the same signs are moving north, day-by-day.