The weather has been so erratic lately that Spring has come as a surprise to me this year. An almost impossibly beautiful shade of green - a hue both shy & vibrant - has returned to my garden like the unexpected delivery of something I'd almost forgotten I'd ordered.
Perhaps most amazing to me is seeing the lilac bush I bought last year emerge anew. All winter it's been a lonely little twig that I've sadly thought I should be digging up to put out of its misery. But now it's back - full of those vibrant-hued leaves, along with a similarly resurrected dwarf red maple, two (no, four!) fat lily buds floating on the pond, and an exploding flurry of water iris buds.
It may be just that I am a new gardener, unused to seasonal display, but to me these miracles are proof that things aren't always what they seem, and just because something appears to be dead doesn't mean it is. What a glorious gift, like the proverbial rainbow; nature's cyclical pledge of renewal.