Optimismo.

I got a tiny apple tree some months ago and despite repotting, feeding and watering, moving it into the sun, moving it into shade, it rapidly lost most of its leaves along with the single tiny potential apple on one branch. Instead of having green fingers, I’m usually the kiss of death to most plants. The tree, now a bunch of sticks with a few new leaves at the ends, has optimistically produced a single blossom, just in time for Autumn. This does NOT commence tomorrow, as the meteorological followers believe, but astronomically speaking on the equinox on the 23rd September. You have been told. Any reference to the first day of Autumn tomorrow will be severely chastised, in the same way I have dealt with the accurate meaning of crepuscular rays in the past. I’m a pedant and proud.