Like the spirit of love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast
rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.
-Percy Bysshe Shelley
I especially miss seeing my nephews and nieces, though at least I get to see updates on their activities on Facebook. For example, some of the nephews organised a tourney with various challenges including archery (they have compound bows) and duelling with "swords":