Fruits of Labour...

Those fruits are what we reap after we feel that we have put in much effort... Sometimes fruits may be rotten even though we tendered they carefully... It takes much patience to bear the pain of getting something undesireable... However, things are usually unpredictable... Like a plant which has to withstand the extreme weathers and every step taken by people who exert pressure on t the soil... compressing it further to suffocate the roots beneath... The persistant growth of a plant is that which inspires: the poet to write about its spirit for survival, the farmer to plant more of it because of its sturdiness, the start of a micro- ecosystem under the very plant because of the rich humus it produce, the sun to bless it with its rays allowing it to grow stronger everday...

I'm proud to say, dad is a patient gardener... I enjoyed the veges and fruits he had planted... This is one of the veges he takes pride in planting-lady's fingers....!!!!

plucked, tasted them...they are superb...^^

A plant is not to be belittled... Without them, we are not surviving as what we are today.... They are the breathe relievers... The key to the sprout of life...