fallen from the fig tree
If you're a farmer, I want you to bury my hand in dirt next to the tomato plants and water it.If you're a carpenter, I want you to build a bookcase in the shape of a hand and let me place a bowl on its lowest shelf, filled with tomato blossoms. If you're both, the wedding'll be in the workshop; the reception'll be in the garden.
And this, right here, is why you are my friend.
Among a plethora of other reasons...but this being a big one.
:-) What friends us are.