You gotta love May. (My mood has clearly changed!)
My youngest son’s high school prom was last night - and he looked fantastic! It wasn’t just the tux. It was his spirit showing through, all that he had become, and a bit of what he is yet to be. He stood there, my baby and a stranger, all molded into one.
He isn’t mine anymore. He is launching into the world. And how lucky the world is. My consolation is that at least I get a front row seat. So, I managed not to cry, much, at least not in front of him.
But as the fates would have it, yesterday was also the day I first noticed, really noticed, the baby apples, the first fruits, of my homespun orchard. They are tiny, no bigger than a very large olive. But they are there. Defying the travails of the consumer world (I bought the trees at Home Depot three years ago), the transporting, the transplanting, the deer, the blizzard and mountains of snow, they have filled out and blossomed.
How they will manage the future, how they will negotiate dry spells, dark skies, desirous deer nibbling at their netting, the scrutiny of an overly zealous steward, only time will tell.
But there is something magical, and comforting, about my orchard and my son both blossoming and showing their promise of full fruit at the same time this lovely month of May (even if it is still overcast).
And at least, the orchard will not wander far from home.