Growth emerges as hope in a flower

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?