There is this guava tree* in my yard. Whenever I’m home the day’s activities begin with searching for and plucking the nearly ripe and ripe guavas. I never knew they grew this fast. I would have plucked them yesterday, all of them which looked ripe, and none left except for tiny ones… But then in the morning come there would be many new ones … Strange are the ways of growing up. Little changes. If we notice we may also have changes in us, need to notice more.
*Guavas are my new muses.. The fruit, the tree, the flavour .. Until another muse walks in, life is guava 😂