The asparagus is determined to live, and I am rooting for it.
Three of the four pear varieties on the tree are blooming by now; this picture was taken a few days ago when the very first buds were unfolding.
And the central trunk of my pie cherry is blossoming as determinedly as it knows how.
I'll be removing the spent blossoms from all the fruit trees this year, so the plants focus on getting established instead of trying to find the energy for fruit. It feels like there's a metaphor in there somewhere, maybe for coping with depression, maybe for the first year of homeownership, maybe both. Whatever, it's a metaphor with room for cherry blossoms. That makes it a good one.