May 12

My lovely pear tree may be afflicted with a nasty case of fire blight, but its orange tree neighbor is doing just fine. A few days ago, the Little Boys plucked a mid-sized orange each from its branches, and we ate one for lunch today.

I admit that I wasn't completely optimistic, since I wasn't entirely sure it was ready to be picked in the first place, so I was completely gratified when it was completely delicious: that perfect blend of sweet and tart and drip-drip juicy. We gobbled it up.

In addition to being grateful for the yummyness that grew right in my back yard, it also reminded me to avoid making assumptions based on appearances and pre-judgments.