Trying to maintain an artistic presence can be difficult sometimes. There is always "something else" to do. This week it seems like there are things that are crumbling down and rebuilding all around me. My 5-year-old (?) calamondin tree nearly died this winter. He's lost every leaf and every branch, but he's starting anew with a single tiny new branch. No other sign of life except for this one tiny collection of baby leaves.