Even in winter nature is alive, through the frost and cold temps. These little daffodils keep their blooms. If you look close at the blooms on the left you see a dark speck. It is a bee, maybe one from the hive not sure. But it was enjoying the nectar of the flower. A reminder of the fact that we should all look for the small joys that come to us. Joys to counter the grief that we cling to. I had read that grief is praise for what is lost. So grieve/praise greatly to make a "canoe of tears" for that which is gone to make it's way to the stars.

The Hawk came today. Flying West to East giving out a very strident call. Seemed to say "things are good, get on with it". Oh the human needs to become more of a human in nature. Live On.