It’s a beautiful, late winter morning. The sun is arriving earlier and the sky is brightening every moment luring us into the day. It’s a lazy Sunday and the animals are settled in beside me as I drink my steaming cup of coffee. The glowing fire in the woodstove is keeping us toasty as we look out the window on a chilly morning. The palette of the frost and winter-worn grass is a medley of beige, tan, and brown with sycamore seed pods decorating the grass like polka dots and the brown leaves lying like a paisley pattern.