I can hardly contain myself for joy! I stepped outside for a moment to feel the warm afternoon sunshine (it's probably about 50 degrees!) and saw that the snowbanks had receded about a foot from the sidewalk and flower beds. I glanced at the dirt as I walked by, then turned, blinked, and looked again. Small sprigs of greenery are bravely poking through the winter soil of the wintry day, which is, incidently, descending to a close. What is it? What can this mean? Is it possible that spring will actually come this year, as it has each year in my life's memory? Yes! They are the unmistakable first small shoots of those most marvelous and anticipated purple, yellow, and while crocus flowers! God is in His Heaven, and all is right with the world.