Peach Tree

October 6, 2011

in the generous life

© Yanuz | Dreamstime.comDuring recent travels my husband and I stayed with some friends that we’ve known for several years. 

They have this peach tree bush.  It is the saddest little peach bush that you’ll ever see.  Half the limbs are broken off and they keep propping us the few remaining ones.  It’s seriously misshapen as bits of it rot and fall away.  Fruit production?  Not so much. 

I have to wonder why they don’t just buy a new healthy tree and put that sad little bush out of its misery.  Then I thought … you know, I probably do that in my life.  Not with peach trees, but with how I live and how I relate to others.  Why do I stick with the old (and non-working) and not look at new (and hopefully better working) options?

Time for a bit of introspection.  Explore with me.  Are there attitudes that need to go?  Habits?  What is not working?  What other options are there?  Go shopping for a new peach tree (attitude, habit, whatever) and let that poor old peach bush go.

The best way to break a bad habit is to drop it.   Leo Aikman

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More food for thought: Habits Worth Making – from Couple Things


>A follow up post from a generous tip: Go Beyond What to Why – from The Generous Husband


Be generous!  Lori <><

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Bill October 6, 2011 at 12:27 pm

Years ago (c. 1970) my wife and I bought a house in a small subdivision just east of Dennison, Texas. The former owner had planted four peach trees – each one a different variety. Almost every bug in the county found some way to attack those trees.

One tree, the smallest and the one in the worst condition, had a couple of other strikes going against it – the fruit was small (2.25″ in dia., maybe) and it was a cling-stone (I don’t see this as a disadvantage, but many do). In addition almost all of the fruit was damaged by some sort of pest or another.

BUT, when you removed all of the insect-damaged meat and cut through the almost black skin to the seed, the meat was reddish golden to dark red at the seed and it was permeated with many red “veins”. When you finally started eating that little sad-sack, the flavor would knock your socks off! And you better have a paper towel handy to catch the juice that was going to be running down your chin and hands. Since I didn’t plant the tree, I have no idea of the variety.

Maybe you can make some other application from this story but as for me, I wish I still had that tree. Every peach I have eaten since we sold that house has been an imitation peach.

Thanks for bringing back the memory and letting me share it.


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