I’m not ready for guava season to be over. It started in late August and is ending just about now. Only a few are left on the tree.
I grew up eating pineapple guavas from this very tree, planted by my grandmother, in this very garden. Back then, my sister and I would gather up bagfuls and sit down on the warm (now gone) concrete path, slice them open and scoop out the delicious flesh. We could do that all afternoon. I’m so happy my daughter likes them, too. She’ll eat them for breakfast, as an afternoon snack and then for dessert. One tree can produce a lot of fruit.
Here’s one of the last few on our tree, technically called a feijoa:
Here’s what they look like inside:
In the vegetable garden, I’m gathering the last of my tomatoes. I’ll enjoy them more than all the other tomatoes I’ve eaten this summer.
And over on the weeping mulberry tree I gathered way too many tiny (and some not-so-tiny) snails this morning. They’ve been devouring the leaves, making the tree look even sadder than usual. Hoping they taste sweet from their diet (the tree still has a lovely mulberry scent, even if there’s no fruit on it), I fed them to the chickens.