falling for a fig.
a few weeks ago, a large brown box arrived on my doorstep.
inside was a very tall and rather bare naked fig tree.
i had been whittling delight for weeks anticipating its shipment.
so when i pulled out the almost 2 foot tree, i shuddered.
nothing in the description prepared me for a stick-in-the-mud project.
was i really capable of procuring a much needed green thumb to turn this "stick" into something beautiful?
i had doubts.
and i was not alone.
there were comments and giggles about my tree.
i softened its starkness by placing flowers nearby. you know, directing the eye somewhere else other than the obvious 2 foot bald branch in my kitchen.
this would require patience.
and so, i simply hoped it would bloom by summer.
while preparing for our abundant feast last week, i noticed something.
a small bud had blossomed. unannounced. i felt a swirl of satisfaction.
but what happened over the next few days is nothing short of merry-making exuberance!
the pursuit of something so simple has left me splashing about in lovely little puddles of joy!
a reminder it is always the little things that have the most generous capacity for delight.
xo
