know that fresh snow has fallen. It blankets. I look out on my sleeping garden, lit only by a sliver of light in the night sky and smile. Little resting seedlings are safely tucked in till their fullness of time, receiving protection and nutrient. Their wonder is hidden to my eyes for a season, but my heart has learned to appreciate the process and the necessity of dormancy. I think of seeing their beauty again, washed in the spring rains, knowing they will appear even more glorious, nurtured and stronger for the wait.