Fruit is an odd photo prompt for mid-March. We still have six weeks to go until last frost in this state. We're just getting started planting cold weather crops like lettuce and peas. Fruit won't grow on the trees until July.
These little fellows came here from Mexico. My daughter likes to snack on them, and I was able to get them at the store on Tuesday before the leagues started canceling games and everyone started to realize how ill-prepared we were for a pandemic.
The rush on stores the past several days are fruit too, born of the seeds we planted months and years ago, to elect someone unqualified for office, to wait idly by when news of the virus first surfaced in China, not to store items sooner, not to store our own surplus produce from last summer's garden, not to garden at all.
Every moment of our lives, we sow the seeds of the future. Every moment we harvest the fruit of the seeds we sowed in the past, or that others sowed before us.
Sometimes the seed fails, and other times it's a bumper crop we'll be eating for years to come.
Copyright © 2020 by David Learn. Used with permission.
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