A friend brought me a piece of fruit the other day from his orchard that he said was a cross-pollination of a pear tree by an apple tree... it looked and tasted like a combination of the two. I called it a papple. Each day I went to work at the kennel, I would find a papple on my car! It was like a gift of wonder and cheer. I am down to my last papple now - a strange fruit that might never happen again. Then again, it might be something else, for all I know. BUT, to me it's a papple from a friend and I'll savor it for it's message of kindness (and possible weirdness) today.
