Low and behold, late March, some leaves wiggled out of the ground. After watching the closed buds for a few weeks stubbornly refuse to open on a bright Easter morn they finally did just that.
Feed me, Seymour! Feed me!
And a few of the other flowers from the previous owners popping up so they don't get jealous of all the tulip attention.
Spring's here and she's brought a pomegranate gun.