Peaches, butter, and cinnamon topping oatmeal is a treat on a cool, late-summer morning. The peach harvest is now finished with a yield of about eighteen kilograms/forty pounds.
Most of those peaches have been eaten or processed. But no bowl of oatmeal chez nous should fear not being adorned with fresh fruit. Because? Figs! Our tree puts out two harvests, a small one in spring, and the main and larger one in late-summer/early autumn. They must be picked ripe as they will not mature any further once off the tree. When ready, it will fall into a cupped hand after a slight downward pressure is applied on its point of attachment. Plus, it will feel and look like a tight balloon ready to break.
Though I try to keep all our fruit trees not much taller than myself, the fig tree is just too exuberant to be tamed that way.
Figs in various stages of ripening festoon a branch.
Farewell, peaches. Hello, figs!
The tomato harvest is slowing down. So far, forty-five kilograms/one-hundred pounds either have been eaten or processed.
Potatoes are being dug up every day. The Calm One scavenged a pallet to put on the cellier floor so they will be well ventilated.
There's a honeysuckle bloom here and there. It doesn't matter how few there are, their fragrance still suffuses the air.
The zinnias are going strong and have been since July. Sedum Autumn Joy is setting buds.
Eli the Kitten at ten months of age is going strong too and takes his assistant photographer job seriously, sometimes too seriously. When I scold him that he is underfoot and is slowing me down, he meows that such pauses help my concentration.
À la prochaine!
Most of those peaches have been eaten or processed. But no bowl of oatmeal chez nous should fear not being adorned with fresh fruit. Because? Figs! Our tree puts out two harvests, a small one in spring, and the main and larger one in late-summer/early autumn. They must be picked ripe as they will not mature any further once off the tree. When ready, it will fall into a cupped hand after a slight downward pressure is applied on its point of attachment. Plus, it will feel and look like a tight balloon ready to break.
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| Not fully ripe figs taste chalky |
Though I try to keep all our fruit trees not much taller than myself, the fig tree is just too exuberant to be tamed that way.
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| The birds get the ones that are too high for me to harvest |
Figs in various stages of ripening festoon a branch.
Farewell, peaches. Hello, figs!
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| That golden, gooey lusciousness tastes as good as it looks |
The tomato harvest is slowing down. So far, forty-five kilograms/one-hundred pounds either have been eaten or processed.
Potatoes are being dug up every day. The Calm One scavenged a pallet to put on the cellier floor so they will be well ventilated.
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| An old duvet cover is used to keep the taters in the dark |
There's a honeysuckle bloom here and there. It doesn't matter how few there are, their fragrance still suffuses the air.
The zinnias are going strong and have been since July. Sedum Autumn Joy is setting buds.
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| Autumn Joy provides nectar for bees and seeds for birds, plus a whole lot of prettiness |
Eli the Kitten at ten months of age is going strong too and takes his assistant photographer job seriously, sometimes too seriously. When I scold him that he is underfoot and is slowing me down, he meows that such pauses help my concentration.
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| I don't know, maybe the orange zinnias would have made a better shot? |
À la prochaine!
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