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A Lesson of Patience
Another Lesson From The Garden
Back in February, I watched our small orange tree begin to blossom. Every day I would walk out to where the tree stood, counting the blossoms and checking for new ones. For weeks the magical aroma of the orange blossoms captivated me and pulled me to its magic.
Then, one by one the blossoms began to drop, having been unfertilized. Soon, there were more blossoms browning on the ground than there were growing on the tree. I began to despair that we would not get any oranges this year.
Although I knew that was most likely the outcome to begin with, I had grown hopeful, and now that hope was slowly fading away.
In April, only five remained with small little fruit growing behind them. My hope soared. Five oranges was great when I thought I may not get any. Over the next month, a couple of those also felt the pull of gravity and fell to the ground to rot.
By September, we still checked the last three oranges growing.
We’d made it through the worst, and three oranges still sounded awesome. That is until Hurricane Sally hit.
The day after the hurricane, we walked around assessing the damage. Trees had been uprooted, the greenhouse leveled. But all of that didn’t matter because we had survived and the house had no…