I may be a little premature in my observation, but do I see a fleeting glimpse of buds in my Frangipani? 
Well, humility was never my forte. And neither can I resist feeling all smug about the fact that my plants have never looked so good before. P and I keep staring at them in wonderment. Then jolting each other up about the fact that we will soon have a toddler out from my belly who would probably not be of refined taste like his/her Mommy (and Daddy) and would tear at the leaves and knead through the pots of our apartment garden.
I have been made to promise albeit rather forcefully that I will not add on to our balcony garden. So can someone please explain how this little red Geranium landed next to my paintings and unused brushes? 
But I am hoping the promise of tomorrow will hold a good future, just like the happy shades of green my plants are exuding. 
My favorite green is the color of sunlight on a new leaf. 
