I have an avocado tree in my garden. It’s a bit manic. Some years I get five avocados. Other years its a couple hundred and I end up dispensing crates of produce to everyone I know.
This year it seemed more even-tempered and middle of the range. Of course when your fellows are feeling expectant having once received a cornucopia of deliciousness, handing them each just a smattering of an anticipated bounty doesn’t draw the same measure of appreciation…
I briefly think about turning this into some sort of analogous tirade about broader economic ideology and the human condition. But I’m tired now having poked a big-toe into the migrant labor experience.
I also probably need to have a nap. Because I’m old. And all this balancing, coordination and fresh air has taken it out of me. I also got stung by a bee. An African-killer-bee, not your namby-pamby European or American Anthophila, albeit through my t-shirt and so didn’t get the full on death-effect. Although I don’t seem to be allergic anymore, so totally less dramatic.
On the whole not a bad haul. Although I don’t think I’m going to quit my day job just yet.