It wasn’t till I asked today and she answered with an enthusiastic Yes! that I remembered and connected all the dots.
Last summer we went to go visit the up-north grandkids, after our two shots and before Delta hit. But during a heat wave.
Aubrie and Eric volunteered to come over and water our garden while we were gone and to keep my tomatoes and tree seedlings alive for me–a drive halfway across town each time for them, but they were so wonderful about it. This is when I was growing veggies in those fabric pots, which do live up to their billing and help create great root structures–but they dry out in a day.
It happened to be when the Anya apricots were ripe at Andy’s. I gave them a box in thanks and some of Andy’s cherries before we left–with the one request that could they possibly save the Anya kernels for me?
They and their two boys did.
I gave quite a few away for others to grow and kept three, which got me two surviving baby trees, pictures two and three above. One is fast and upright, one is very slow. Just like the previous two years’ growth patterns. Picture #1 is of a slow one on its second year.
I offered her her choice, and that I’d be happy to take care of it here where there’s sun until it’s time for them to pull out of town.
I expect they’ll take the two month old vigorous one. I would. Four feet tall a year from now with a gorgeous form.
None of us knew last summer when they were saving those kernels as a favor to me, back when it felt like the dad’s doctoral program would go on forever, that they were helping to create the tree that would someday grow in their very own yard at their first house. That the fruit they’ll pick will come to be because of their generosity.
And they know how good those Anyas are.