As Ostara approaches, we sense Mother Earth awakening beneath our feet. Though snow may fall and cloudy skies threaten to stave off spring, there is something different in the air. Tiny, delicate buds appear on branches like fragile cocoons of the new season. We reach for gossamer fabrics and flowered frocks, even if it means wearing them under a heavy coat. We are changing. We are blooming. We rejoice, for the light has returned.