This year, the calendar works out so that I’m working through Christmas Eve. I didn’t work the whole day, though, so when I got home there was still light and so I decided to tackle one of our “sore tooth” projects, harvesting the remainder of our crop of avocados. We thought of that tree initially as “Most Likely To Succumb To Wind”, but earlier this year we realized that it was that most preferred of avocado trees, one which actually produces fruit. I’m not that tall, so once we’d gotten all of the low-hanging fruit, so to speak, it was time to work out something for the higher stuff.
Enter the broken pool net. It’s actually a net whose handle just happens to fit inside of a pool pole, but doesn’t fit tight and doesn’t lock in place. So Siddy taped it in place.
She couldn’t get any avocados with it. I tried, and I got one avocado with it. I knew what it was lacking, but had to hunt around for a while to find it. This was definitively going to need more painter’s tape – when duct tape is too high tech, try painter’s tape.
Yup, that did it. I needed a small garden rake to grab the avocados at the stem and pull them down, gently, where they would fall into the net. Worked like a champ.
That’s 28 avocados, which is about all I could reach with that broken pole. Had to re-tape the net to the pole once, and that’s the tape job you see in the pic. Used a big carabiner to clip a cloth bag to my belt, and that thing got heavy at the end. Then I thought, hey! Why not go check the citrus too?
We have four fruiting citrus here. There’s a large orangey thing that might be a tamarind, another that is probably an orange, a lemon, and a kumquat.
I had my hands full with harvesting fruit AND documenting the adventure.
Now, most of the citrus is definitely juice-grade; cosmetic flaws, etc. You won’t see these on display at the local Publix. But they do in fact make great juice. I’m thinking that we will get up Christmas morning and go outside, harvest some fresh oranges, and make hand-squeezed juice for breakfast. Wrap up! It’s supposed to be in the 50′s about then. Well, 59. Brrrr!