If my shamrock were Juliet, then Romeo would be dead on my kitchen counter right now.  Because look!  She’s come back to life!!

After a month of alarmingly quiet resting beneath barren dirt, the shamrock has sent up a slew of fresh stalks with delicate new leaves.  Though still few in number, these new starts are vigorous and healthy — and I drench them daily with poison to ward off the wee beasties that brought her to death’s door last fall. 

An auspicious start to a new year?  I think so.