When bird songs begin to cascade from high branches of the trees, and the frozen ground thaws, releasing the smell of moist earth, we know spring is underway. Winter provides a valid excuse to bail on plans last minute and crawl into bed at an hour some people may label, “a geriatric bedtime” (technically it’s already been dark for 4 hours by 8:30pm, so I say it’s perfectly reasonable). This time spent rebuilding the body and psyche as the earth’s energy slowly builds underground.