You go into the garden all alone - not a human within sight - and suddenly you find yourself among the most wonderful friends. I think it's part of the magic of a garden. Let me introduce a few great friends.
M asha is too young to be a babooshka and too sensible to refuse free organic fruits, unlike so many of us; the word organic would not really have any meaning for her, being from a time and place and where there was no alternative to what we call organic or certainly no discussion about it - hunger makes for short discussions of such things.
Here's some verse by Roberto that isn't averse to making you feel better, for cheering up those who mightn't have thought they needed a spot of cheering up.