Small is beautiful.

I've always taken a delight in watching the miracle of nature through

plant  life. There is a joy in seeing things grow and blossom in almost

imperceptible stages.Here on the terrace  though, growing and nurturing

is daunting, to put it mildly.

The terrace is exposed to the extremes of the Maltese climate!

So we have winds from all sides to batter relentlessly in winter

months, and just as the Spring settles into a more gentle

scene, along comes that intense summer heat, bent on shrivelling

every plant within sight.

Not to worry though----we persevere.

                                       

So however unimpressive it may seem when you place it next to a flourishing olive

grove,our little olive tree gives us pleasure.Infact

last year we were excited to count more than fifty olives!

So too with the fig tree.Joe found it because he knows

that for me it has a symbolism. It has seen some turbulent times this winter

but it has endured and continues to grow.

                                  

And then ofcourse there is the pomegranate tree. A gift from Ginny,

I love it and suffer with it as it struggles with those harsh

Northerlies. But you see here it is,welcoming Spring

and bringing us brightness.

Maybe this year if God is feeling very generous he will

see to it  that we are provided with even one, small, juicy fruit,

 that golden apple of the sun---so full of goodness.

                                          

Whatever happens, I enjoy the experience! We

have learned to work within our limitations,be aware

of the conditions, but at the same time enjoy being adventurous

in a small way ,then----  just believe in miracles.

Maybe it's teaching us something,----I wonder?!

Mo.