Seeing the seed you planted grow up, it gives you, that sense of achievement, doesn’t it??? Translated…
“Any more?” “Still just seven.” This was, the most common conversation my husband who works overseas and I had these past fifteen days. We’re not in espionage, nor did we need to relay the messages in secret codes, what we cared about were, actually, just, the passion fruits.
not my picture…
The house we bought from way back has a very huge yard, the very first day we moved in, the elderly dog we had, Yellow believed, that the yard would be, her property, she’d strutted or run, and selected a fitting spot, to pee, she was, more than comfortable in it. There were, the pigeons, the sparrows, that’s, found this yard, and, visited us from time to time, sometimes, they’d come in the sunny mornings, landed lightly, like an assortment of retired airplanes. And, Yellow wouldn’t greet them with that bark with heightened excitement, nor would she barked loudly for them to shoo, she’d just, allowed them to come and go as they pleased.
After awhile, the saplings sprouted up, some were easily taken away, by a small storm; and, those that were strong enough to stay, Yellow didn’t have an opinion on them. And so, with the sun, the papaya tree grew taller, supporting the palm-shaped leaves; the passion fruit trees started growing out the vines, leading their slowly thickening stems upward onto the fences; and those unnamed weeds and flowers, all found their separate, perfect spots too.
still very young, but one day, it’ll grow up tall and big! Not my photograph…
It was my good friend who’d, found it first that the passion fruit tree was blooming, looked beautiful and fun, like a small bundle of Chinese noodles soaked in water, and flattened into a circle, and using a purple market onto the protractor, drawn a circle with it, then, sprouted up a few stems of green, then, the noodles’ tips had, a few circular figures at the tips.
After the first flower, the second, then, a third, a fourth, then, they’d started blooming, in speed faster than we can count. It wasn’t hard to get the information these days, I knew, that it wasn’t easy, for the passion fruit trees to pollinate naturally, I’d found the calligraphy brush no longer in use, and helped the pollination process along, and, it’d retracted and withered away in the corners of my small yard. I’d seen the butterflies, the bees, going to and fro, I’d not wanted to be the owner of the yard who took all the credit, and hadn’t, assigned them their jobs.
Those who’d planted passion fruits may know, that the leaves are thick and green, very close to each other, and would show up as a patch of green; and because of it, as I saw those smaller greenish fruits in the bundle of green leaves, I was, so excited, and as I took a closer look, I’d found, that the leaves had already, had fruits underneath them, ready, to take on a life of their own.
After the passion fruit trees grew the fruits, it’s as though they’d cross that threshold, and passed through the hardest trial of its life, and started growing steadily, confidently, speedily. As I’d said hi in the morning, when I’d gone to say goodnight to the plants, I could already tell, that the fruits had, doubled their sizes. I’d written the numbers on waterproof strips of paper, and labeled the fruits one by one.
I’d said that I was going to share the harvest with my friends, but, the messages they’d replied were all too, disheartening. And the worst of them all was, “Oh, actually, why don’t you just go get a bag of passion fruits at the fruit stands, the ripened ones cost just $120N.T.s per bag.”
I’d thought about life. I thought, if we’d, stabilized the start and the finish of life and spread out what’s in-between, maybe, every life is similar, that we’d needed to, take life, a step at a time, so we can, see the beauties; and maybe, there would be, the thrashing storms, but because of them, we’re able to see, how blessed we are, in the days, when there are, no storms. And so, those certified packed up bags and bags of passion fruits sold at the supermarkets didn’t dilute my desires for watching my own planted passion fruits grow one bit.
almost ready to pick! Photo from online…
I shall, keep my eyes out for that eighth little fruit to show its face, or maybe, I should, learn from its greetings to me, “hey, see me yet? I’m, right over here!”, and I’d replied to it back, “Yup, I see you now!”
So, nothing beats harvesting what you’d planted, it’s not just how much sweeter the fruits would taste, but that sense of accomplishment that came, with taking care of your fruits, and watch them grow and flower, and finally, bear their fruits, it’s like, raising up children!