A touch from a begonia tree. There is a small begonia tree in the open space downstairs, which blooms and bears fruit every year as scheduled. Every winter to see it bare, thought it was going to be frozen to death, and in the spring and summer, it blossomed vigorously and bore fruit, which was amazing!
In the spring, it blooms a bunch of pink begonia flowers, and in the summer, it produces a few turquoise papayas. Whenever I pass by it, I can't help but stop and look at it. Admire it, it looks short, not as tall as I am, but still stubbornly should blossom and blossom, and bear fruit. How can it be so powerful!
Last year, it produced four large plump papayas, and I quietly picked one, but regretted picking it too early, and it was still hard to bite down and could not be eaten at all. The remaining three were later taken by whom. This year, I was pleasantly surprised to find that it had two large, strong papayas that hung seductively from the branches.
I secretly decided that this year, the two papayas, I would not pick them, nor did I want others to take them off. Just let it hang on the branches, let people take a look at it every day when they pass by, feel the professionalism and dedication from this dwarf tree, and the mood is full of surprise and touch!
