暖冬cool夏
这里一年四季温暖如春，没有酷暑没有严寒......
My backyard is small. Blocked by the house on the side and from the back, the backyard receives little sunlight in the winter. When the day lengthens, and summer comes, the sun finally sheds some hours of much-awaited light upon the yard, one side in the morning and the other in the afternoon. The avocado tree, sprouted from a seed more than seven years ago, grows tall now and almost reaches to the neighbor’s two-story roof. My husband, who does not like such a tall, leafy but fruitless tree to stand in the way, gave out the ultimatum that the tree would have to be cut if it is still infertile this year. When hundreds and thousands of flowers blossomed this spring, my hope roused in me, and burgeoned when the tips of withered flowers were replaced by tiny buds. But much to my chagrin, the tiny buds fell to the ground one after another. With a diminishing hope one day, I searched hard, high and low, like an old man holding a magnifying glass, stopping at almost every tip of branches. When I was about to give up in despair, a green oval avocado hidden under thick leaves came to my eyes. I later pointed it in excitement to my husband, whose jokingly comment of its bearing the “only son” laughed away the idea of cutting the tree. (Today I found another avocado, making it two now:)
Similarly, the passion fruit was also nurtured from a tiny seed three years ago when my co-worker gave me the fruits from her mom’s backyard. I planted them randomly, and from all the younglings, the healthiest one was then selected and moved next to a flower stand. Within two years, the vines run wild and abundantly all over the places, not just heavily over the arched flower stand that they are supposed to be, but also invading the avocado tree close by, the wall and even the neighbor’s eaves. As a matter of fact, the madness agitated me. One day, as I pruned aggressively the branches, a beautifully blooming flower, hanging quietly by the window, stunned me. It was a circle shaped flower with purple color in the base, and white pedals and thread-like curly hair extending evenly outward. From that time on, my attention was directed more to the newcomer each time I entered the backyard. I was overjoyed a few days ago at the sight of bell-shaped green fruits hanging along the vine, reminding me of small light bulbs strung on a line at Christmas time.
Added to the backyard beauty are the bushes of black berry. Though in winter, they are bare and thorny, they have been the most productive fruit, or, in other words, the only fruit from our backyard for years. June is its best season when the ripening berries turn black and sof in sequence. Pick one and put it in the mouth, it melts instantly, with the sweetness lingering there for a while. Before long, you would peer into the bushes again for another one.
The joy of seeing fruits- bearing succeeded after withering flowers is so immense that it surpasses the beauty of flowers. It promises a new life, and being fruitful is always what we yearn for in life.
没救了。又是周末了，我手好些了，但还不能用力。祝暖mm花好月圆！
我的一棵牛油果树3年了，也不见结果，我家LD也说，再不结果要砍树，被我坚决反对，哈哈！
不过，也期盼它快快结果，不然小命难保：））
泡水喝
Wish your tree's yield grow exponentially from now on ;-)
And when selling the house, make sure your agent include the tree's value and future growth potential in the price ;-)))
厉害，佩服，老军医的感觉啊。周末快乐。:))
喜欢有着满满的温情和爱的暖冬的文。
你的出水有磐石似的情爱
我像是从梦里又走入梦中
你的出水有磐石似的情爱
我像是从梦里又走入梦中
忘记从梦里醒转
了解了我们生命的恋爱
看见这时候情爱的人生
都在春的梦里
我将生在太阳里的光明
什么时候你再回来安居
—— 小冰 2018.6.10
我们家后院有一英亩，可是我什么也种不好~~
我家门口，放了个不大的water fountain, 气候变暖，蜂鸟儿等等每天光顾，家猫儿则躲着不远的地方守株待兔扑杀上门的鸟儿，每月都会有所斩获。