Conversely, few things in my travels served to remind me of my own origins. Life in an ecosystem that that never dies and renews itself, but rather sustains itself is very different. I found myself wondering if and when leaves ever fall from trees in the jungle. Were these some of the same leaves that photosynthesized when the Spanish encountered this land? Most likely not. The leaves then were in some perpetual slow shed and growth cycle. It served as a stark contrast to an ecological system based strongly in the changing of the seasons.
In a place where coconuts continuously fall from the trees and bananas ripen on a daily basis, what a different view of food there must be than in a place where a years worth of work goes into a two month harvest of an apple crop pressed upon on one end by the cruel summer heat and the other by killing frosts and freezes. I found myself again reminded of perpetual work that goes into an apple crop as I made my way home through the winding ridge road of the land were I grew up. I passed workers among the trees in the late February afternoon at the end of a long row of trees under which lay the unwanted branches, clipped from the trees had left behind. Winter pruning was in full swing.
Glad to be back, more soon!
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