From my seat at the dining room table, I can see a slice of bright pink through the window. The skinny Eastern Redbud tree stands at the edge of the woods in full bloom . Most of the year this tree is so slender, so fragile, so spindly, that I don’t notice it.

Today though, my eyes are focused on it.. It knows something I didn’t. Spring is on its way even on this chilly February day.