The view of the garden this month is not all that much different than the one at the beginning of February. The garden is still brown and the grass a dormant green. It looks the same, and, if you didn't know any better, nothing happened this past month.
In those in between days, though, we saw snow come and go, several times over.
I think people are sometimes like that, too. On all outwards appearances, they seem the same, but we are never privy to all that goes on.
Life happens when we're not looking.