With the onset of autumn, the former brilliance of my guava tree blossoms have now turned into the promise of a bountiful crop. As I watch the tiny fruits grow, I feel a twinge of guilt in the knowledge that I have not sprayed against the enemy fruit fly.
I am a reluctant sprayer of poisons in my garden and tend to avoid it if possible. And yet so many times the potential that is seen in the tiny fruits, when they finally turn ripe, is not realised, as the first bite into the delicious fruit, reveals the first worm and the fruit has to be discarded. Perhaps a parable can be made of this.