Good morning dear Steemians!

I tell you an instructive story about patience and love, that saved a life and we got the fruits of gratitude.

The story began 12 years ago, when my son was 5 and loved apricots. That year, as it is now,there was bumper crop of it. He ate the apricots, then planted the seeds in the soil, in front of our house. He played he was a gardener, while I was taking care of the flowers. We did not even think that there would ever be a tree from one of the seeds. Because of other occupations, I stopped the care of the garden and my neighbor took over the task. One of her first activities was to take off the seedlings that had grown in the meantime, with one exception. Somehow she felt that one had to stay, and began to care of the tree. The tree grew year after year, brought flowers, but never yielded. Many people asked why the tree was there is if it didn't grow fruits. And if there were fruits on it, they would be tiny and sour.
Last summer was the first time, when we found 2-3 fruits on the tree, but they vanished before ripening. Now falls under plenty of fruits, 10 kilograms of almost ripened apricots. One more week, and they can be harvested! Unfortunately I can not eat it because I will be in Miskolc, but it is compensated by the fact that there is also the same tree full of fruit.

Almost ripe: