Spring is approaching tentatively this year. Each day there is a little less of the mountainous snow pile that was in our front yard for months. But I will treasure each incremental sign of this new season. I am willing to keep my winter coat on, if the air even smells like spring it gives me hope. Hope for things green and growing after the toll of this harsh winter. Removing the plants that didn't make it, with regret. This is all part of life, reassessing, taking account of what remains, moving on with hope for better days.