And it's been a long December and there's reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last
It's not their fault.
Every year they are misled like a sailor on leave. Promise, expectation and then "wham!"-it all goes wrong.
What of doth he speaketh?
Our Tulip tree. Year after year, the promise of spring is fed through warm weather. They start to follow nature's course.
So, all I ask, is for your good wishes that this year the buds will wait and NOT be tricked again.
When the tree fully blossoms, the aroma is heavenly-beyond description.
wish that the buds
are not duds.