When eating a fruit, think of the person who planted the tree.
Shhhhhh…. don’t tell my neighbors but I helped myself to some of the fruit off their trees. I figured the birds were having their fill, so my taking a few extra pieces was rather harmless. The fruit is small, but smells wonderful, and somehow seems extra special because it didn’t come from the grocery store.
I think I’ll slice the peaches up for breakfast, and cook the apples up with some brown sugar, all the while thanking the person who strategically planted those trees within arms reach of the alleyway.