Early last month I posted about how I was thrilled to see the first pomegranate blossom appear on the plant that I had watered and cared for the last couple of years. Well, it wasn't to last, because as my landlord pointed out it was probably a male flower that, in any case wouldn't have gone on to bear fruit. That was something that I should have known but didn't, getting my hopes up like that, but at least it's a lesson learned, or remembered, because I'm sure I did this in school, a long time ago. Funny the things you forget and the things you care to remember, right?
In spite of that early loss, I was once again amazed to see not one, but several pomegranate blossoms appearing in a cluster! Again, most, if not all of them, seem to be males, so they won't make it. Still, the fruits of one's labor can be enjoyed at every stage of its life, right, to consider a literal “fruit” for a second, right from when the first couple of leaves shoot out and start seedlings on their long path towards ultimate fruition, whatever that may be like.