To Sit with Life
The Soursop tree that my son Garret and I planted two and a half years ago seems to be dying. Prinsesa's (the name I gave to it after what my parents gave me as a term of endearment) leaves have been turning yellow and dropping to the ground. In the midst of green, her brighter hues stand out. An autumn in a place of only rain and summer. We were elated a few months back that it bore fruit quite earlier compared to the others we planted years before. And then this happened, is happening--Life and its inevitable cycle. I sip my cup of morning black and head back inside. Meanwhile the sunbirds are singing their morning hymns. As per brief research, it could mean the Soursop has been attacked by fungus or other elements. One article says it is its natural cycle to drop leaves in the cooler months only to rebirth again in spring. Again, I say to myself, but we have no winter here. Perhaps, it's not meant to be taken literally. Our December is cooler than in the previous months