Everyday I spend a bit of time in the yard, regardless of the damp, wet, or chill. Summer is coming and I intend to be ready - despite the growing chore list. Wildflower seeds are sprouting, bringing promises of color and bees. The chickens are in the coop. One evening last week, after the children were in bed, I filled a basket with solar powered lights and walked around out back. Lighting the way, hoping for new growth, waiting for the warmth. It is coming.