Cloudscome of a wrung sponge always has such stunning photographs to go with her poems. In her honor, I took a photo of my white icicle currant bush with the new leaves beginning to unfurl:
Here is the currant bush as it appears in my still-sleepy garden:
This corner of the garden has flourished quite well. Late last November, a single rose bloomed until the snows of December. I couldn't help but think of the song "Lo, How A Rose E'er Blooming" each time I passed by.