My soul mate, Mary and I, like to plant and grow things, especially things we can eat. We currently have several small lemon trees started from seed growing in pots. These are organic lemons, lemons full of happiness and bright sunshine.
I watch over each tree from blossom to fruit. I have a growing knowledge and awareness of their everyday existence. I can go so far as to say I know each tree’s lemons as individuals and small groups congregating on various limbs. When there should be seven on a tree it does not escape me if I find only six or three or even one.
It is not that I really care that much about the missing lemons, though I had been salivating on turning their skins into zest for my oatmeal and their juice into a thirst quenching lemonade on this scorcher of a day. I did obtain great pleasure from the simple act of growing them and though it saddens me that they are gone, I know it is only a matter of time before others will sprout and take their place.
What is more and most unfortunate is the karma that awaits he who traded his soul for some lemons. I wish him or her the best in the future. Time knows no days, months or years. It knows no lifetimes. For whomever you are, I do honestly wish you to be, in the very least organic when you spend a future life as a planted tree returning those lemons back to me.
Richard Rensberry, Author at QuickTurtle Books®