Every year …

figordogwood

… this tree does this and I can’t remember if it’s a pecan tree or a fig tree or something altogether different because they all grow together. All I know for sure is that eventually, I can pick the pecans and figs, then stuff the figs with the pecans and feta, wrap them in bacon and broil them. This was the lesson I took from my daily meditation: trees don’t care if we know their names. They don’t flower for us. We’re just lucky enough to be allowed to see it sometimes.

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