We have an orchard. Actually, it’s a garden. To be honest, it’s just a plant box pretending to be a garden, pretending to be an orchard. It measures no bigger than my ego when I shot the basketball in the opposing team’s goal way back in HS. In it, I tried planting tomatoes, papaya and basil. It receives a good amount of sunshine everyday and I also talk to the plants about ten good things everyday as suggested by a K-Drama. So far, I have only harvested frustrations, disappointments and bitterness.

The silver lining in all these is a pomelo tree that’s been growing in it and for the first time in a decade now bears fruit, laden with it. I’m talking about dozens of pomelo fruits. In fact, I have harvested a few ripe ones. Result: it’s no pomelo. Rather, it is a calamansi pretending to be a pomelo. It’s size, shape and smell is that of a pomelo but it’s taste: super ultra sour calamansi! Pretenders in my front yard.

Never judge a fruit by it’s anatomy. Lesson learned.

Cheers! #MyCafeNotes