Fruit: a true story.
Once upon a time, early in the years seasons a petite pink bud sprouted from a knot on a crooked lemon tree branch. As the season warmed the bud blossomed into a pale flower. It’s petals delicately folded open to expose its tiny green cup full of tiny seeds. On a warm sunny morning, a fluffy wild bee flitted along and pushed its furry little head down into the flower to get some nectar. It’s tiny hairs became coated in the blooms golden pollen dust. The tiny bee went from bloom to bloom, searching for nectar, shaking off pollen from one flower cup into the next flower cup. The golden dust lightly covered the tiny seeds and they began to grow. Soon, the pink and white flower petals wilted and fell off the branch and covered the soil beneath the tree in a shower of petals, leaving a tiny closed yellow cup that looked like a small yellow knob. This knob was a new baby lemon. It grew and grew until it was a large, yellow lemon with a flower in its heart. I don’t have an apple tree so I adapted the story to my myer lemon tree. It is one of my favorites — There are 4,000 species of wild bees in the US. #savethebees
