“Humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one thread within it. Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves. All things are bound together. All things connect.

—— Chief Seattle

I met her 20 years ago, and we became fast friends, She was like seasonal clockwork, offering the fruit from her soul; my barter was just a little water and food.

We would sit together, I in the shade relishing all the cobblers and pies she'd make in the future! Her unique perfume worn in the spring would always be a calling of the sensual, not erotica per se, but of dancing butterflies, milk and honey seeping through the web of life.  As she grew old, her beauty was in the gnarl and wrinkle. No vanity or pretense for this one!  She never complained. Alas, this morning when I went out for my morning walk to say hello, I knew she had passed; her leaves had fallen as if it were December, her pulsing sap was gone. Goodbye, Peaches, old Friend. My sadness did not last long though. I am sure I heard a voice coming from my old Friend, "Forget the Apples; the Peach does not fall far from the tree!"  Behold a new Peach tree, inches tall, had grown from fallen seed. A new friendship, new memories await - Rebirth is the TRUTH!

““I give you this to take with you:
Nothing remains as it was. If you know this, you can begin again, with pure joy in the uprooting.”

— ― Judith Minty, Letters to My Daughters

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