This morning as I looked out of the window, I saw a ridged texture in the melting snow. I wondered how this had come about, and why the ridges were angled southeast/northwest. In this wondering, there was a sense of “something missing.” So I went outside and spent time keenly observing the snow in the yard, imprinting the images in my mind. As I gave myself plenty of time to explore, I discovered the first bulb shoot under the window. I also discovered a package under the mailbox! If I hadn’t taken time to really observe, I would have missed so much!