A month or so ago, I cut back my scraggly, brown and crispy-leaved oregano plant because people were coming over (and they might see the dead leaves and judge me). I haven’t paid much attention to it since then, but this morning these tiny new shoots surprised me with their existence–the bright early sunlight was coming through them and they were stretching up, up, extending their little leaves and fibers and opening to the sun. . . .
. . . This is where I should draw a useful spiritual/life parallel and leave us all with something to ponder. But I think I’ll just say that I love these leaves for their own sake, because they are tiny, new, bright green, and fuzzy.