Dear Friends, Spring is in the air. I’ve heard the first cardinals warbling to each other outside. There are small flocks of chickadees and gold finches flitting by and chattering in the trees around our yard. I see the trees waking up. If they could yawn, they would. I’ve been silent throughout this winter, with my last newsletter sent in October. I’ve felt Winter’s call to slow down, and so I have. I used to dread the winter—I saw only its cold, its rigidity, and none of it