There is a tiny green leaf peering from the dirt in my windowsill container. It seems insignificant. To people elsewhere perhaps it is. But in Alaska, this time of year is no more closer to spring than midwinter. The snow is still coming, and although I love it so dearly, I miss my greenlings. To prevent cabin fever I plant seedlings on my windowsill. Today I caught a small glimpse of something that seems like a very big accomplishment to me. A tiny quaking aspen seedling rose above the surface to meet the sunlight with smiling green leaves. I feel lovely. It's tiny. Could be squashed by a mere fingernail. But this tiny phenomenon means the entire world to my sentimental heart.
