Plants keep us in tune with our earth cycle. I watch grey-brown sticks begin to bulge, then turn to chartreuse, and burst forth into floppy leaves that then grow and wind and expand to turn dark green and finally brittle brown. These drop and are swept away. What is left is underrated. Hard grey-brown sticks and branches seem dead, but secretly are still full of life ready to sprout forth again, in demonstration of earth’s natural, life/death rhythm.