Living amidst the desert orchard of Winterpast, there’s been plenty of time to observe the other residents in the garden. Hummingbirds are quite happy that I’ve finally remembered to fill and hang their feeder. Brilliant yellow butterflies are resting awhile since the planting of the Butterfly bush in the spring. The birds have a lot to say about the place, singing their happy tunes. Even the wind chimes ding-a-ling-a-dong with the wind And then, there are the fruit trees.
This year, the yield has been abundant and of the highest quality. Totally organic, my apricots have no fungus or worms. Just bright, orange, offering the sweetest flavor in their firm flesh. All this beauty appearing in a few short months since the late snows of 2023.
The early apricot is quite the show-off. Coming on strong, this tree produced the largest apricots I’ve ever eaten. Like small peaches, really. An early variety, she made it through the crazy spring of snow and rain, holding tightly to her blooms. Turning them into fruit, she held onto each cot until it was all too much. In three days, she had nothing left on her branches. They all fell at once.
Just as her fruit fell, the fruit on the wise old apricot tree began to ripen. As this happened, her limbs began to sag. Her shape has been groomed over 20 years to produce a tree resembling the Hawaiian Banyan. She is now a smaller version of this magnificent banyan.
Her limbs are way too long to support much weight. As the summer days have past, I worried that she would snap a limb or two, changing her look. Having left my heart in Hawaii so many years ago, she is a little reminder of such a place waiting for my return.
The tree itself hosts so much life. She’s helped me with heavy thoughts during grief-filled days of healing . Her branches lift my eyes upward towards the brightest high desert sky. She brings birds and their happy songs to cheer me. And, she has given me beautiful fruit which holds the magic of this most beautiful season. Summer.
Her seasonal routine was a little different than her friend across the yard. Her fruit was smaller and more plentiful. Ripening at a more reasonable pace, I’ve enjoyed her fruit for two full weeks. Every day, I hope for the last apricot to fall on the paths around her. Her branches hold hundreds more and the harvest continues.
Life is very much like the seasonal journey of this tree. Love blooms in springtime splendor. During the spring snows and rains, some blooms become fruit, while others don’t make it through. All the while, the tree lives on. Through the summer, the crop ripens until the tree can hold it no longer. Released from the heavy burden, the tree enjoys the rest of the season, until fall.
Autumn leaves take their time dancing in the wind. Changing colors, they turn into things they’d only dreamed they’d one day become. October winds whisk them away to new places. The cycle is done and the tree can rest in peace until the next year, when the beautiful dance begins again.
Through it all, there are bound to be broken limbs. Disappointments. Spoiled fruit. Pests. Disease.
What kind of tree would you be if you could choose?
A fruit tree? An ever-green? A banyan on some sunny tropical beach?
This poem was given to me by my bestie, CC. It sums up the kind of tree I’d love to be.
Whatever you do today, remember, you’re the tree, not the fruit. Always know your branches are strong and capable, even in the strongest Zephyr winds the desert sends your way. You can carry your burden without breaking. The load will soon drop. Be ready. You have many more beautiful summer days to enjoy.
More tomorrow.