By Damian J. Hursey
I looked out of the window this morning, and noticed again the huge number of apples on the tree in the garden.
I say noticed ‘again’ – as I had already noticed the tree was burgeoning with fruit – and thought, ‘I really should do something about that’, and then not done anything about it, more than once already.
I wondered why.
Did it seem like something of an imposition, having to go out into the garden, with some suitably sized container, and pick apples of a tree?
Was that why I was putting it off?
I didn’t even have to climb a ladder, as the tree was conveniently close to the ground.
I noticed again, also – this time with a sense of guilt – the apples that had fallen from the tree already, and that were rotting on the ground.
‘What a waste.’
Some part of me thought.
So, although I was busy this morning, I went out with a trolley and started to pick the apples.
It didn’t take me all that long.
About 20 minutes.
When I’ve finished picking them, they will go alongside the apples I bought in a polythene bag in the local Tesco a few days ago – which I didn’t need to buy – as I could have picked as many as I wanted from the tree in the garden, with a simple joy.
Food for thought.
Joy in Enough 