The branch I pruned off it this winter and rooted and planted and pretended to be a real gardener with is up to three leaves today. There was a bud showing a little pink, too, but I carefully nipped it away so it could save its strength: be a tree first before you can be a fruit tree, little one.
I had no idea it would work out that the prettiest tree would be the one closest to Adele, but I’m really, really glad.
Oh and yes–there was a bit of knitting done.
