It’s light later and earlier these days.  I bought daffodils yesterday and my azaleas are blooming.  My grandson, now three months and one week old, is enchanted with all he sees. He was born at a time to watch the leaves return, and the days grow longer.  I want to meet each day with the delight of a three month old, and reach to touch with hands and heart what I see and what I don’t see.