Actually, I’m assuming it would be a tree were it not for the thorough trimming it gets each year from the moose who camp on my lawn all winter. But despite that, it has apparently put out a purple flower. A birch flower. I thought something had gotten into the middle of the bush and started growing but my savvy neighbor Harry brought me a picture from the Internet showing a birch flower.
So the way it goes in my yard, if I pay any attention at all to you, you wither and die or grow long and scraggly. But if I totally ignore you and let the moose eat you, you get very happy and flower.
Hmmm……