The bland, yellow, winter sun rises into blue-grey clouds, and it feels mid-morning before sunlight arrives. The frozen frigid earth is unyielding but for a scatter place for snow. And so I imagine the wonderful plants that will be breaking that crust of soil come spring. Anything pushing out of the ground is miraculous and full of hope, but the stately tubes of hostas trumpet the arrival of spring. Resounding in growth, newness, and full of potential, these verdant upright tubes spiral towards the sun. The broad ridged leaves unfurling to lush and varied swirls of green, so extravagant to our winter souls. Images of spring can at least warm our hearts if not the soil!