Of knives and fruit

In the afternoon the knife - man came along

and I got some knives and scissors sharpened.

Blunt instruments are of no use.

When my life gets out of tune

God grates, polishes and scours me against the

abrasive wheel of trials and temptations

to put the edge back and keep me on my toes.

Not that I enjoy the process

while it is in action.

But the results produce

some fruit or the other.

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Today I bought what we call gooseberries.

Locally they are also known as rus-bhari

(literally full of juice)
They are the poor man 's strawberries.

They are sweet and sour

with tiny seeds

encased in a paper like shell or covering.
You can eat them raw or make jam

and preserves with them.

I love them either way.

I wonder if people in other countries have them

and what are they called there.

This is from our mulberry tree

The fruit look like little bugs.

They are not too sweet but I love them.

I have a sore throat - could be strep

but I can 't resist the fruit.

I guess it has Vitamin C.