This is Fruitycake. If it is true that rain makes things grow, then I may be able to do some digging and grow anything that my little heart desires.
When we first got here to this Italy place, we wondered how the waterfall could flow all year.
Well, we wonder no more. Rain is abundant here. Just as abundant as spaghetti and tomatoes and pizza and focaccia.
Rain is as abundant as risotto of all kinds.
And even as overflowing as all of the spritzes.
So what happens when it rains so much and you have to use it or you’ll loose it? My mind I’m talking about, by the way. Well, you start digging. Just call me Farmer Fruity.
Farmer Fruity needs no overalls. Those are worse than the dreaded pants I can’t stand. At least with pants you can take them off quick. Overalls require a bit more time, and I don’t have time for that.
Farmer Fruity needs no fertilizer. He makes his own by being fruity. Fruity is what makes the garden grow. And all he needs to do is be happy and bark at the seeds. Bark at the seeds? Obviously so. Not only do you have to bark at them, but you have to make it a show and a show has to be seen. I love for my persons to watch me bark at everything and laugh. That brings me joy. Joy helps everything to grow.
But I have a secret. A true farmer doesn’t just have a green thumb. In fact, some of us don’t have thumbs at all.
But what we do have is a desire to grow things. Whether it is laughter or joy or happiness or compassion. And dreams. Dreams of what we could grow if anything was possible. And a hope that anything IS possible. What would Fruity Farmer grow if he could grow anything? I know that answer. I wouldn’t grow pizza, although I love it. I wouldn’t grow tennis balls, although I love them too.
I would choose to grow a baby Brickle and a baby Digby in my garden. You heard me correctly. That’s what I said. Remember. I said if anything was possible.
I would plant my peanut butter seeds and my pancake seeds. They would grow to be beautiful trees. And then when they got big enough, here would come a baby Brickle and a baby Digby. All ready to start their lives again!
They would be happy from day one and not need to be rescued.
They would have all they could eat, because I am the farmer. I would play with them and tuck them in at night. I would be with them all their new days and life would keep repeating. Over and over again. Seeds and trees and growing and living.
I don’t know what life truly means yet for us here. But I can imagine how I wish it could be and I can plant the seeds now with my persons for it to grow. Do you believe in Farmer Fruity? I hope you do, because I have a pawful of seeds for you.
Who or what will you grow? Imagine it and let it make you happy today!
A seed can be
A thought or a dream
A farmer can grow
Whatever you want
It’s a miracle, you know!
Plant a seed
See a tree
Plant a seed
Watch what can be.
Life can be good
Breathe in the air
Water the seeds
Your joy is there
Listen to the breeze
It carries your truth
Feel the rain
Let it wash over you
Life your life
But use it for good
Plant a seed
Spread what you should
Do not hate
Do not fret
The best is on the way
It just isn’t here yet
Don’t give up
On your magic inside
Get out the seeds
Spread them far and wide
–Fruitycake
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