Signs of spring are appearing here in the Northwest. I'm delighted to see my little crocus popping up, cheerfully defying the greyest of skies. Where I grew up, in Alberta, they used to come up through the snow, long before spring arrived. To me, they are a sign of hope, a promise of brighter, sunnier, and warmer days. And more than that, a reminder that out of muck and the dirt God grows beauty and grace. Beautiful indeed!