This sad reality of human nature plays out in my own front yard. Both the neighboring houses are home to date palms (that too, right next to our side of the wall). Tuk, Duk, Put, with the rustling of those large leaves, dates, at various stages of its life, drop on my roof & patio. Every morning during the fruiting season, there is the extra chore of sweeping the ground of previous night’s fallen bounties. Sadly, most of the ones that land on our territory are either too young to be edible, over-ripe or old & shriveled. (This a possibly a result of no/weak cross pollination – owing to a shortage of male trees in the neighborhood) So there’s not much to entice the pellet there. There are some sweet perfect ones also, but the diligent army of night ants overtakes us at relishing them.
We will be buying our dates’ supply for Ramadan this year.
In the meantime, I’ll try to see the bright side of the picture & enjoy & appreciate the next couple of months. After all, it doesn’t rain dates everywhere!
“Amongst the trees, there is a tree which resembles a Muslim. Its leaves do not fall and it gives its fruit every season. It is a date-palm tree.” [Sahih Bukhari- 4368]