waiting for my pineapple: old patience vs. new tricks
Every time I walk past my little backyard pineapple, I remember my grandmother’s stories—how she’d wait, season after season, for her fruit to ripen under the southern sun. Back then, patience was the only fertilizer. Now, my neighbors debate whether to use store-bought ripening sprays or just let nature take its course. Some say the old ways taste sweeter, others swear by the new shortcuts. But here in our unpredictable North American climate, with sudden cold snaps and wild heatwaves, neither method is foolproof. Last year, a late frost ruined half the block’s crops, and the community Facebook group was ablaze: should we cover our plants, or let them tough it out? I confess, I still hope for that perfect, sun-warmed pineapple—just like grandma’s—but I’m tempted by the promise of modern hacks. Is it wrong to want both tradition and convenience? The garden is my battleground, and every ripening fruit is a small victory—or a lesson in humility.
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