July: Persevering Basil is dead. Mint is dead. The second bilin tree in the back garden may survive its transplant. Our original bilin tree burst into fruit as it does every year – the only tree in our small garden which asks so little, gives so generously. I am picking and picking and picking and the fruit is not ending. I think I am done and there are three baskets full but then I look up and see the top branches are still filled with fruit. At the bottom is an electric green carpet – impatient at our slowness, fruit has ripened and rotted and fallen down in a soft, mushy carpet over the soil. Bilin is a strange thing to have an abundance of. It lacks the utility of coconut, the luxury of mangoes, the giftability of apples. There are limits to the amount of bilin one can pickle, salt, produce, eat and give away. But let’s see.
You have written it in a beautiful,subtle and deep way,what we all go through in this country.Such a joy to read the news letter written by a 'Beautiful mind'.
Adilah you are truly a gift to the literature world.
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You have written it in a beautiful,subtle and deep way,what we all go through in this country.Such a joy to read the news letter written by a 'Beautiful mind'.
Adilah you are truly a gift to the literature world.