The next spring it did a little better - it had swelled buds and leaves, but no flowers. "That does it! I'm getting rid of the flowering crabapple!" I sputtered.
Jim surveyed the scraggly branches. "Maybe this isn't the flowering kind. Some of 'em never blossom, you know."
"But the tag says: Flowering, Crabapple, Red!"
The third spring came. Still no red flowers. But this time Jim took me outside and showed me some tiny clusters of red balls nestled in among the leaves. "Blossoms?" I asked, incredulous.
"Blossoms!" he said.
Now, as I watch the little red tree become brilliant with color, it reminds me of how impatient I can be with other things in my life.