The one fruit that seems to reside permanently in our home is the banana. Tony buys a bunch almost daily (the yellow, seedless kind, which we call lacatan). And I am always surprised at how fast they disappear—and appear again.
Without my knowledge, Ate Vi planted a banana tree in our garden. Yesterday, she asked me, “Want to see the beginning of banana fruits?”
The first thing that came to my mind was to use it for my header. Not, “The boys will enjoy our very own bananas in a few weeks.” Those were Ate Vi’s words, said with her usual aplomb.
Our very own bananas. That’s what summer brings: a lot of sunshine that makes banana plants bear bunches of banana fruits.
Then she gives me another surprise. “Since you don’t go much for bananas, you will soon have your very own favorite atis, too.”
She leads me to the atis tree—and there, hanging from one of the branches is a solitary atis! “Oh, there will be more,” she said with her standard poise.
That made me, pardon the pun, go bananas.
In just two surprising moments in our garden, much of summer grace has come—and from our very own trees.
The bananas go up:
The dew drop goes down: