Snow Snuggles. Two little English robins huddled together in the wintry days of January. Most of them do not migrate but brave the Winter to protect their territory.

As I attempted to paint their feathers this morning, the first verse of Emily Dickinson’s poem “Hope” came to mind.

“Hope” is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.

Ah yes. Hope! We all need it. It’s everything. I pray you have it in abundance. ❤️