In our garden there are two pomegranate trees sagging with fruit..I remember the first pomegranate I ate – how much fun it was to dig the seeds out, how sweet the tiny pop of juice from each one.  Now I love cutting the tough rouged skin and plunging the halves into a bowl of water to separate the seeds.  Watching the whole process from the leafing of the tree, waiting for each scarlet blossom to open and begin the nubbins which grow to the fruit we are ready to harvest is a joy.  I understand that the pomegranate is a symbol of rebirth, of resurrection.  I read that it has been used throughout history and in almost every religion as a symbol of humanity’s most fundamental beliefs and desires.  Almost every part has come to symbolize something . . . its shape, color, seeds, juice.  

I am glad we planted the pomegranate trees.  I am thankful for the bounty they provide this year.