The most prolific and dazzling grower in our garden plot is not a vegetable, fruit or flower, but our son. I see all kinds of fruit growing from him.
Recently, he dropped a melon of peace while he set the table for dinner. On one napkin he wrote a note to daddy. Earlier that morning he had yelled at daddy and argued with him about getting ready for school. Before dinner, daddy read the words written on the outside of his napkin, “to dad a note.” Then he opened it and read, “Dad am srre for being mene to you.” He wrote an apology!
Fruit that is not picked, but falls off on its own initiative is the sweetest!