Do some days just make you want to cry?
We have this tiny peach tree in our yard. Hubby and I have a running joke, if I can get this baby to fruit, he'll let me quit my job. Peach trees are rare in Brisbane - being subtropical climate and all - and getting them to fruit is hard.
Our baby Peach tree had about 6 perfectly formed little fuzzy peaches on it, until I let little Guy play in the yard on his own this morning. He participates in all our gardening and is familiar with picking fruit and veges.
"look what I found mumma!" " I picked them" - 3 of my perfectly formed littel fuzzy peaches in his chubby little hand, and the branch he picked them off is now broken too. There are about 2 or 3 more left on the tree which may reach maturity. I couldn't even get mad. I just wanted to cry - which he immediately understood meant that perhaps he should cry cause he'd done something wrong.
I'm not one to cry over spilt milk, and I haven't acutally cried over the peaches. But I've come very close today.....
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