Yesterday the twig was brown and bare; To-day the glint of green is there; Tomorrow will be leaflets spare;I know no thing so wondrous fair, No miracle so strangely rare. I wonder what will next be there!~L.H. Bailey
Yesterday we stopped to look at the American Cemetery, it looked so well cared for, dressed up in its early springtime style, smart like a new suit, not a stray twig or leaf. The grass was short, the shrubs clipped, rose bushes cut right back. The huge monument party hidden under a plastic cover was being cleaned, all around was spick and span. The only thing untamed was the flag which blew in the wind.
It will always be yesterday for the men who are buried at the cemetery, they will not experience the wind which blows today, or the blossom which may bloom tomorrow.
Waiting in line
The French word for twig is brindille.
The French word for bare of leaf is dépouillé sans feuilles.