Tiny glimmers of green--tentative, hopeful, promising.
A few very deep coldspells this past winter killed back some of my old favorites. I have learned not to be hasty, but patient and wait. Inspecting them every few days I found these sprouts reaching up from below the dry dead branches. So happy that I can coax them to grow again!
The first was from a cutting of my dad's grand duke jasmine that I have had for 40 years.
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