Just a little thing

Greetings all. As I sit here looking at the wonders of a blank screen I muse as to what may trip from my fingers today. I guess the first thing that comes to mind is it's nice to be blogging once again. It's been too long and I see I hit the heady heights of seven viewers yesterday. Thank you to all of those who deigned to click the button and indulge their curiosity.

I stare to the bottom of a vdu and see before me the skin of a Satsuma. It's a whimsical thing that grabs my attention but let us ponder for a moment the journey it took to get here. Once, in a distant land upon a well trodden field a humble seed was planted. There our friend sat until the call of nature urged the first vestiges of growth.

From the sky rain would nourish the seed as well of course the natural protection offered by the soil. The young sprout burst upwards on it's nascent journey to the hidden sun. Though the trek may have been tiring, eventually with a fanfare of light the breakthrough came. Let us imagine it was a sultry day offering the nurturing warmth needed for our new arrival and oh how the youngling responded.

The sprout grew exponentially beneath the hedonistic mixture of water, air, wind, sunlight and careful planning from the studious gardeners who ensured the sapling got every chance to reach adulthood. There would have been trials from thrips and whitefly as well as parched soil from time to time.

However, the Satsuma transitioned to a tree in seven years or so. At last fruit was able to be borne and one day an overworked tired old hand grasped a ripe fruit. Off to the warehouse went our prize, processed, packed and away to a foreign land. Then after a good few days the fruit arrived. The fruit completed its journey and arrived in a basket and then expired in a burst of healthy vitamin C. I must confess it was rather delicious.

What is the point of all this I hear you cry? It's simply this. There is much we take for granted which we pass each and every day. No doubt I could narrate a similar tale about the perils of being a pencil, the awesomeness of ale or Infinity of air fresheners. However, I shall refrain from such verbiage. Just think of all the little bits of magic that surround you as you wake up each day and blithely walk by. If you pause for but a moment you might just take some of it in and it's pretty marvellous isn't it?