Bare hazel, gracefully climbing the bank above the lane.
For months just bare branches offering themselves to the elements.
And then, a few days ago, hope emerges as catkins. These fleshy ‘lamb’s tail’ flowers, unfurled and dangling in the breeze, incongruous in still-in-winter barrenness.
Where did this growth come from?
And what about us in our undercover state? Where are we looking for growth?