“To plant a garden is to believe in tomorrow.” (Audrey Hepburn)

Outside in the courtyard, my vinca (periwinkle) displays a strange mix of tired old leaves left over from last season along with some tender new shoots that promise a lovely spring. I need to take cuttings and stick them into some dirt. That’s all they need – that, and a little water. Vinca simply wants to grow.

What would we do without the promise of spring?