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.
That's fabulous! Way to resurrect Juliet! (I think I like Saint Kathrine for a name way better than Juliet! …and that you spell it with a K!)