One would never know by looking at a peach pit that there’s a tree inside of it. But there is and that’s why I always throw my pits in a pot. As a result, I have a peach tree growing on my balcony.
Seagulls and our cat, Volver, have attacked my main flower box so the other morning when I went to clean up their mess, I discovered a sprouted peach seed.
In every seed, there’s hope.
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Related: The Power of Pits
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