Well, I noticed it yesterday on my first outside walk in two months. And it had leaves. And strawberries! Yes, strawberries! Three: one bright red one, two still-ripening pink ones. I called the kids, on their way to school, and they were so excited. When they got home, Bud picked the single red strawberry, a tiny specimen of summer, and shared it around. It was gorgeous, but the most sour berry I've ever had. No matter, it was lovely and summer-y and shared among us all.
All from a plant we thought was gone.