I have high expectations for my fruit trees this year. All of them are in the ground now, released from their confining pots and barrels. Each is placed near others that will help with pollination, and each is in it's optimal sun exposure. My expectation of fruitfulness feels justified because this year I have been faithful to tend to the needs of each tree. My dear husband helped me dig and haul, I used what my brother taught me about pruning, I gave each time and water and mulch and sun. I have much more to learn, but so far I see blossoms giving way to little buds of pear, cherry, asian pear, and one tiny peach. Remember my little, one-pear tree from a previous post? I knew that little tree wouldn't bear much, because I was only tending to the needs that kept it alive, not to what it needed to be fruitful. My heart, and my life, totally have places where I'm only tending to what's needed to sustain life, not what's needed to be fruitful. What if my little bat