Remember the scene from the movie The Illusionist where the elderly magician embedded a secret in a tree trunk as a young man, where the trick is just time, patience and vengeance?
Feeling crazy satisfied today making a tarte au citron with lemons I grew myself, from a stunted sapling that we didn't give up on for years, because it was a gift from a dear friend. Not even after it finally bore a distinctly un-Meyer dark green lime. It sprang 50 fruits recently, when I aggressively pruned it from sheer desperation.
This feels like a 10 year long con, truly a "fruition". In today's world of clever and distracted technology advancement, if only our structures rewarded commitment and all our efforts could feel this much closure.
