I found a moth on my porch the other day, tucked there between two cold spells, just trying to survive. Hope she did. Love those colors.

Every year the same sense of wonder takes my breath away when I see the simplest of plants getting ready to come back. Ferns — plentiful, uninteresting, simple. Bunched in patches that look like tied sticks, bland colors, not even green. Until you look up close. Really, really close. And then — amazing.

And lambs born in March! Is there anything sweeter and more spring like than that?