Before spring awakened on my windowsill
It's spring--I see tiny, bright green leaves bursting from buds. At least that's what I see when I look at the branches in the quart jar on my windowsill. The branches I see through the window still remain bare.
When Dad pruned the fruit trees Mom gathered the discarded branches and I stuck them in a quart jar full of water on the windowsill in my room. The warmth and sunlight awakened the branches and day by day I watch as the buds burst into tiny leaves with teeny-tiny white-pink balls in the middle. In a few days the teeny-tiny balls will burst into pink and white blooms.