I adore my afternoon visits with the Julie mango tree in our yard. No, I have never confirmed its name by talking to the tree, it is the fruit which speaks to me.
I have always been a fan of tree-ripened fruit. Or vine-ripened, or bush-ripened or whatever-ripened. If it grew ripe before being picked then it is probably impossibly delicious. I know because I grew up in a very fruity area of Michigan (which could explain an awful lot) and got to eat lots of very ripe fruit. Mmmm. I can taste the sun warmed and very juicy strawberries, sweet cherries, peaches and apples now. Incredible and indescribable.
Okay, back to Julie. Our Mangoes have an interesting habit of hanging onto the tree only until the moment of absolutely perfect ripeness, then they leap to the ground shouting "Eat Me!" And I obey.
Oh, I am more than just a little crazy for mangoes.
Winter island style
2 years ago
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