Inspiration is a funny thing. It can be all around you in the colors and patterns and textures of life, in the juxtaposition of items you would never put together, in the buds of spring, the drifts of snow, the heat coming off a hot engine. Or it can just be gone and you fear you'll never find it again. I've spent the last part of winter and this early spring with not much inspiration. As I've gotten older, I find I'm much more influenced by the weather than I ever used to be. When it's been dark and gloomy for more than two or three days, I start to droop. The sun brightens everything including my mood and my inspiration. But we've had a lot of gloomy, raining, windy, stormy days this year.