I step outside the other morning and my heart soars. I see a sight I haven't seen for months: two gray mourning doves flying into the brightening dawn sky. Those are the same sort of birds whose “coo coo coo” call has been echoing over our snowy land.I walk up the hill the other day and see another sight that makes me smile inside: Our trusty old blueberry bush — always the first to bear the sweetest, juiciest blueberries up on blueberry hill — is [...]