A month or so ago, Tommy showed me a mini fruit orchard he had discovered at the Montford Rec Center, a park in our neighborhood. It's small, maybe 10 trees or so, but I love the idea of a public fruit orchard. Most of the trees had almost-ripe fruit: pears, apples, figs, persimmons, and my favorite, loquats.
When I was a little girl, my grandfather had a loquat tree in his yard in Florida, and in my memory they are the most delicious and dreamy of treats. The size of a grape, loquats are a bright marigold color, and they burst with tangy, sweet juiciness. I never thought they could grow in North Carolina because of the cooler weather, so when I saw this tree I melted with joy and childhood nostalgia. Even though they weren't ripe, I nibbled a few slightly bitter ones off the tree anyway, and vowed to come back soon to harvest these jewels.
But time has that nasty habit of slipping by unnoticed, and when we walked over there last week, I had a sad, sad moment. Every last loquat had been harvested, as well as the apples and pears. All that were left were unripe figs and persimmons. Wahh. I guess the Fruit and Nut Club got there first. Oh, well.
Luckily, it was a gorgeous day at the park, and I got a few pictures. Did I mention you can see Mt Pisgah from the Montford Rec Center?