Once again, I am thankful for my neighborhood. From funny signs, to beautiful scenery, and socially distanced chats across the road, being home has brought plenty of tiny moments to treasure. Last week, I was was on a video chat with my sister-in-law when I saw a car parked on the street. Two women got out of the car and started walking up to the houses around me. One walked up to my front porch and left a brown bag. I didn’t recognize her and wasn’t expecting anything. What a treat to find a bag of daffodil bulbs on my porch with a sweet note about planting hope. I think I see enough dry weather in the upcoming days to get out and put these in the ground. And hopefully, by the time they push up through the dirt, we will have some new hope in our lives.