It’s a perfect day here in Oregon. Perfect for a January day in Oregon. It’s cloudy, but the sun breaks through occasionally. There’s a light drizzle. Yes, I know, drizzle. But the thing is, with the diffuse light, and the soft rain, everything glows. The ferns are all damp. The raindrops cling to them until finally, they fall, sliding off each frond slowly, delicately. The air feels soft. Soft and wet and clingy. It’s not too cold, but it’s not warm either. I’m warm from walking, and my warmth radiates out and meets the cold air. I think that if the sun comes up, steam will almost certainly rise off of my body. I marvel at the plants here in the winter in the Pacific Northwest. We’re so blessed with the bounty of it.