It's no secret that my favorite tree is our pomegranate tree.
When we showed up last January it was all gnarled and dormant and then was a harbinger of spring with it's tentative, delicately waxy leaf buds, and then it flourished in the late spring and early summer with vibrant, Hummingbird-seducing red trumpet flowers, and then we've been watching as the fruit plumps and matures...it is one of the last truly seasonal fruits and I am completely enamored.
Yesterday we determined that it was time to have the first official harvest.
Because I am currently a sideways camel, I could not go up the ladder, so Steve did the honors.
Good thing the weather has been perfect.
Kipper, of course, helped. He let us know two things:
A) Pomegranate leaves are not as tasty as grass.
B) Solid ground is better than a branch.
The four on the bottom came from our tree, the three in the middle from our farm box and the one on top from our tree. it's about the size of a ping pong ball.
Same thing, different angle. There are grapefruits on our neighbor's tree smaller than that one on the bottom left.
It's ok to be jealous.
In other news:
Don't let your onions sit too long. Even if you have an overflowing bounty of them.