A few days ago, while I was at work, I remembered something. I was tired, bored, ready to go home; I was generally just fed up and grumpy. But as I worked, I remembered something that I hadn’t thought of in years. When I was in my younger teens, I decided almost subconsciously that I would start to see the beauty in everyday life.  I’ve been reading The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett, and it has awakened a wonder for the world around me that I think I had lost. The joy the children see as the spring arrives, and the wonder they have as they watch everything grow…