Patience in Spring Swinging in the hammock, the twins notice the rustling leaves of our fruit trees. They ask their favourite question, what is this? Calling them Isaac & Newton, I’m inclined to say ‘gravity” instead, I say that’s an apple tree. Puzzled, they see no fruit in June, I tell them to wait-soon it will grow. They stare at the leaves, they both insist I want bite. pretend to crunch on absent globes. I suggest fresh spinach but they nod, for now it holds no allure. All I can offer are unripe bananas from afar, key limes fit only for a pie.