Sunshine and warmth, gray skies and snow, raining cats and dogs — this winter's unpredictable weather leaves us baffled. This afternoon, liquid gold spilled onto my little pot of bulbs; and as if with gratitude, the hyacinths' heady fragrance exploded. My freshly bloomed tulip revealed a ruffled edge — my favorite — and to what do I owe the pleasure of this whole heady experience? Grace. And the hyacinths aren't the only things exploding with gratitude.
