Harvest time and why my neighbour’s love only grows
It’s that time of the year. Time to see if my organic, homegrown, freshly picked scores higher that Woolworths frozen for a week or two. It’s a close call with the macadamias, definitely the eggs, the persimmons and the passionfruit romping ahead of the frozen food. Woolworths creamed me with the oranges, chestnuts and avocados but like Miamonedes, I’m perplexed. Some years the avocados are the stuff that dreams are made of, unbeatable but this year it’s therapy level disappointment. The therapist says chicken manure, maybe cow and this is helping me come to terms with my feelings.
Macadamias, you can’t go wrong with these little fellas. There’s buckets of them and aside from the hernia you get trying to crack them it’s all joy.
Apart from a slight disagreement with the chicken over who’s egg it is nothing tastes better than the backyard egg. We’ve got our own cholesterol pump now and that makes us proud.
The in-laws in Nagasaki have their very own persimmon tree. They wrap it up in winter, feed it sips of green tea, perform kabuki for it and generally give it the respect that a Kobe cow gets. And the fruit shows it. So, in the family persimmon stakes I am nothing or less but to the uninitiated, bless their ignorance, I’m a somebody. You have to eat them within 5 seconds of them coming off the tree but they’re very tasty.
Pomegranates are the second topic I discuss with my fruit therapist after avocado inadequacy. With pomegranates the issue is addiction and the giveaway sign is 11 pomegranates trees in the backyard. I’ve only eaten one from my trees. Foolishly I couldn’t help myself, I picked it too early. The 3 seeds that had actually ripened were so lip smackingly superb I have big hopes.
These are chestnuts, they’re good but they are just like sabras. The prickles are a gift that keeps on giving. I go out dressed like Michelin man but somehow I always end up with a prickle right where I don’t want it.
This is the avocado that’s toying with me. Will it be the delicious masterpiece of 3 years ago? I had dreams of an orchard then. No insect damage and about 200 perfect and extremely tasty avocados on a 3 year old tree. Fruit tree growers ecstasy. The next year not one avocado and this year nothing brilliant so far. Oh why do you torture me so, South American tree? I’m going out with my mandolin for a serenade.
This lemon may not look like a world beater but it grew spontaneously out of the compost heap and I admire it’s plucky spirit. Taste’s fine too.
To give you a feel of Amazon on Kensington there’s flowers
actually lots of flowers, 22 rose bushes in the front selected for scent
there’s the pampered livestock
classical sculpture for cultural wellbeing of the inhabitants
and fresh rain water too
It’s a tad crowded in there, this is the view from the back and my neighbours love it
Love might be an exaggeration. There may be differing points of view here on which house style should go into Kensington villa of the week. Try this quick quiz, which side of the fence is mine?
It’s spreading too, here’s my bit of the nature strip. Pristine!
A foretaste of what’s to come..
This is the just planted grove of 8 pomegranate trees and 4 metre wall of passionfruit replacing the busted trampoline. Next year a pomegranate and passionfruit jungle.
For those who want info
The fertilisers, soils, lucerne by the bale and secret additives all come from http://kensingtonproduce.com.au
They’ve got the best you can get, including a lot you can’t get elsewhere and cheaper. They sell chickens too. Great place.
The trees come from http://www.daleysfruit.com.au. Don’t even think of buying elsewhere, you’ll be sorry. They’re not so cheap but the trees grow faster, bigger and better and the variety is the stuff that dreams are made of.
I’ve got about 45 fruit trees in the backyard. There’s mangos, 6 olive trees, grapefruit, mulberries, blueberries, bananas, paw paw, sapote, carob, figs, grapes and a thing called wampi. And tomatoes and strawberries in the summer. The trick in a confined space is growing a few trees in one hole. If they cross pollinate, which is easy to check, then glory is yours.