Many years ago, when I was I an art teacher, I had the very best student who quickly became a friend. She was super motivated to make art, was a buddhist, and lived in a beautiful house in the East Bay hills surrounded by an incredible garden. I remember leaving her house loaded down with bags of lemons and persimmons. Kiwis were picked and then lived in a dark room off the garage for a mysterious ripening period. I wasn’t gifted many kiwis, but they always seemed very special.