When your son turns 40, well . . . spring-cleaning can wait. I caught this picture of the the Sun as it glowed above the horizon well after 6 o'clock this evening. There's still light in the sky and we're going on 7 o'clock. I've always told our son that his birthday occurs just as the birds are beginning their Spring songs and my heart finally believes that the light is returning - that Hope and renewal pulse just beyond that horizon. Happy, Happy Birthday, Jody.