My husband is always mucking about in the garden. A few months back he transplanted four young fruit trees, from the side of the house to the back. Each one planted outside our bedroom windows
They were young. We worried for them. Last month during a warm spell, three burst into bloom.
The apricot tree showed no signs of life. Every time I passed it, I’d have to lean away to dodge it’s wide reach. It’s branches reached out into the pathway giving me a scratch as I walked by. Reminding me it was there.
I hadn’t been by in a few days. Had forgotten about it. Until yesterday. It gave us a surprise.
Shoots of green.
Poking out from every limb was resilience. Life came through when we least expected it. Hope came to our apricot tree.