By Mary Friedel-Hunt
We made it through January and for those who hate winter there is now a glimmer of hope that spring will come and with it the flowers and the leafing out of trees, long warm days and well, new life. However, I have to admit that I love winter. The silence quiets my soul. The reduced level of activity and events minimizes the temptation to ignore the solitude I crave. But spring is something else. Filled with renewal and hope, it truly does lift our spirits as it cycles around each year.
Right now, however, we are still deeply into winter. Just before Christmas I came down with the flu, like millions of others in our country. My flu, however, turned into pneumonia and it was late January before I started to see that I would be able to fix a meal or grocery shop without