I looked for any sign of spring this weekend and found these. I’m not absolutely sure what they are as they were growing in a large pot on my aunt’s patio…something she had probably started last summer, or a gift from the neighbors. I thought it might be a lilac, but it was really too small for me to say. There is a hint of green there, though it’s hard to see.
To-day the glint of green is there;
Tomorrow will be leaflets spare;
I know no thing so wondrous fair,
No miracle so strangely rare.
I wonder what will next be there!
– L.H. Bailey