February in Oregon is turning out to be a lovely little treasure, tucked in the pocket of cold winter months. The sun is shining and we migrate outdoors for yard work, walks to the park and beach excursions. My heart sings happy songs and I don’t layer quite as much. Coffee is tolerable again. I’m told to expect a few weeks like this in February, a break in the great rainy state before spring showers drench the surface of our small portion of earth. I’ll take it.
February reminds me… all is grace.