I have always loved to climb trees; still do, although opportunities are less frequent. The avocado tree in my memory was huge with several low horizontal limbs; when ensconced within its dense, overhanging foliage, I was invisible.

What really mystifies me: How can I have grown up surrounded by this most delicious fruit without EATING it? I suspect it might have something to do with the fact that my parents and grandparents all grew up in colder climes¬† where avocados did not grow…but they’d all lived in Southern California for quite awhile by then and had certainly adopted other local customs.

Today I wonder: what amazing abundance surrounds me NOW that I am unable to see?