organic kiwi

The tiny kiwi seeds, each a universe of potential, slumbered in their chilled vermiculite tomb. Months of patient waiting, a winter’s sleep mirroring nature’s own rhythm, preceded their hesitant awakening. The first fragile sprouts, emerald spears pushing through the soil, were a whispered promise. Later, the scent of damp earth and the soft rustle of burgeoning leaves—a symphony of growth—filled the air. Years would pass before the fragrant, fuzzy fruit ripened, but each stage, each tender shoot, was a victory hard-won, a testament to persistence and the enduring magic of life unfolding.