I don't think of myself as a “gardener” at all, mostly because I know that I only have like one percent of the tip of the iceberg's amount worth of knowledge when it comes to this noble art, but it is one that I hope to pick up soon enough. I think it's about time I gave something like a home-based vegetable and herb garden a try soon, and while there's a lot to do before then, there is certainly a lot to read up on and try and sort out theoretically in my head before attempting a project like this. I've even downloaded a couple of android apps because the information seemed remotely interesting at first glance. Wow! To think that all of this thinking is the outcome of seeing that first encouraging sign that something that you were doing was right after all. :) It's strangely comforting, this emotion, but it pales in comparison to the satisfaction of seeing the “fruits of one's labor” if you will permit me the use of this phrase. At first glance, I don't know if the branch is sturdy enough to support this weighty blossom. Also, with the constant barrage of “pluckers” who assault the next-door jasmine plant every morning, I wouldn't be surprised if one of them lustily plucked this helpless almost-fruit off its perch to wear as a “hoor ornament” on their obscene little “hoods”. But, here's hoping and praying that my noticing it hasn't brought about it's ultimate demise in some way or the other. I'd hate to be the one to jinx this first flower of the now mature pomegranate “tree” out front. What would a “rite of passage” ceremony for trees look like anyway?
I just love the delicate petals, and the strong, protective outer coating that will engulf it soon enough and balloon into that sweet-n-tangy fruit we know and love as "the pomegranate. Grow strong little pomegranate tree!