TO TONYA Each year I come to a place where it seems I am in the midst of another world. People are worried about the cold and often there are great storms. Other's are looking to a little groundhog to promise them an early spring. Hearts, chicks, planting gardens and holiday plans take over conversations. I am left remembering how a very small baby, who came just a little early, in the middle of a blizzard, stopped my world and gave it more meaning.
