These little guys are falling out of a tree in the backyard - the internet instructions for harvesting say "Shake the tree every couple of days" - well let me tell you they hurt when they fall on your head. Gravity it gets you every time. And so here they are - Feijoas - something I can't pronounce that are edible but odd. It's like that OScar Wilde's quip about fox hunting - the unspeakable in pursuit of the inedible. In this case it's literally unspeakable and it's vaguely edible.
The garden in general is filled with things to eat - figs, avocados, lemons - but a lot of it is poor quality. I don't know if that's because none of it has been tended, fertilized, taken care of, or if it's old and ready to go. We shall see. But the Meyer Lemon, which the Beloved C. has it out for, has the most lovely smelling flowers and yet the lemons seem to never ripen.
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