It is a beautiful irony that the first emerging shoots from the rhubarb plant coincide with my birthday. I am another year older and it’s time to reflect on the state of things. It’s been a long strange year but I am thankful for so many things. I am grateful for my kids. I wouldn’t want to do this without them. I’m grateful for the simple and surprising joys that show up regularly… a bird on a branch, the light through the clouds, and a smile from a stranger. I’m grateful for good songs. I can’t believe that people give up their precious time to listen when I am singing songs. I am grateful for springtime and the hope that is baked into a rhubarb pie.
