“Beauty is altogether in the eyes of the beholder.”
[Margaret Wolfe Hungerford]

Have you ever thought of February as a delectable sandwich filling? There it is, nestled in between the hard crusts of January and the warmer whole grains of March, waiting to be savored. “Pleasures newly found are sweet,” writes William Wordsworth. “When they lie about our feet: February … Praise of which I nothing know.”

Daylight lengthens. May we be blessed to stretch our minds.