It’s March in Minnesota – the time of year when you have to dig deep to find gratitude for the lingering snow. We haven’t seen the backyard grass under this snow since November. But today I was reminded that there are always things to love – walking the dog home through the snow, she pulled hard on her leash to investigate what was going on around the corners of our yard – and it didn’t take long to see why. The deer are dancing around our house. I haven’t seen them, but the snow reminds me that they are there. Their hoof prints come from every direction. The prints aren’t of careful treads through the trees – they’re wild and messy. They are evidence of joyful and snowy dance parties at dawn.