“What kind of tree is that?” the wayward-looking man said as he shuffled by. I said it was a fig tree. He replied, “Fig? Like a fruit tree?” I answered yes, and added that there were also plum and peach trees. He said, “These are all fruit trees? Fruit you can eat?” I said yes, and he smiled and continued on his way. I didn’t even mention anything about the bananas or persimmons or kiwis or berries. He’ll get that good news another day, in another way.