I was cutting up lemons a few months ago. The scent even still bittersweet. A few seeds were left on the counter. It was planting season, pots and planting soil abound on our farm around that time. I poked a few seeds in a pot, just as an afterthought, after seeing them lie there.
They sat. And sat. I put the pot up on top of the refrigerator and forgot about it.
A month later, rearranging a bit, I pulled it down.
This is what I found.
New life, new hope, poking up. Out of seemingly nowhere.
And I smiled. And watered it.
And I will keep waiting.