Yes, I am tired of winter too. But it’s still January so I challenge myself again to find the beauty...the soft curve of a drift, the pale blue sky, the iridescence in each fragile snowflake. Artful snow that is pillow-y white on a branch, or a lacy pattern on bark. Insulating snow that cocoons the garden and forest, cushioning footsteps and creating hush. Trees in an orderly row braving the winds. Magnolia buds getting plumper and plumper. For without this winter, we do not have the jubilation, the exhilaration, the celebration of spring.