A little bit chilly this morning as February arrives and much of the country raises itself from a 'polar vortex' - a wide expanse of swirling cold air- and I think of the horses and the homeless and so many more. I think beyond our flannel sheets to places I've never been. Always thankful, always blessed. Our little dog, Charlie B, wears a turquoise polar fleece vest, he doesn't like it but once outdoors he smiles at us. He too lucky, or whatever one calls blessed. The squirrels found the bird feeder shortly after we put it outside the kitchen window, they drape their bodies and fill their bellies, knocking the smaller seeds to the frozen ground where a robust gathering goes on. As always it's the little things that opens the heart so wide. xo