Tuesday, September 16, 2014
Bearing Fruit at Last
It's been a few years since I planted two apple trees just past the big barn. I've forgotten how many years exactly. I've forgotten the names of the apple varieties. (We chose a couple we liked.) But this year the trees are bearing fruit at last, and that makes me very happy. It reminds me, too, that while keeping expectations realistic may hold heartbreak at bay, it's also important to keep hope alive.