I had given up hope - taken to the streets and forced to wander neighborhoods looking for people who didn't want their fruit. I would make my children approach nice old ladies asking if they needed any "help" relieving their heavy branches of the much desired fruit.
Until today.
I walked outside in hopes of trying to clean the backyard up a bit. Stopped when I encountered the entire box of newly purchased straws dumped in the sand box. As I turned to go inside - I glanced up at the tree and almost fell over - there was fruit!! And tons of it...so I'm crossing fingers and knees and toes and eyes in hopes that it will make it through the summer.
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