LAST EVENING, the wind blew, the wind chimes sang, and this morning dawned clear, beautiful and 65 degrees.
A front passed though, I think, but without rain.
The wind also added to my morning fruit sweep. Curses! Every wind, it seems, brings an evil element.
I stepped outside around 8:30 a.m. and saw the grass littered with fallen fruit, more than usual due to the winds.
Big, fat pears all over the place. On the other side, tunas from the towering nopal tree littered the grass. Back to the other end, a new addition from the neighbors, guayabas.
They’ve long had an apple tree extending over the wall. It dumps apples, but not last night.
A guayaba tree now pokes over into our yard, tossing litter. There were scads of guayabas to be scooped up.
Lots of care must be taken with the nopal tunas. They are covered with tiny spines that, in your skin, take days to remove. So, leather gloves with the tunas. I wonder why they’re named tunas. There’s nothing fishy about them except their attitudes.
Missing, thank the Goddess, were those apples, lowquats (not quite ripe) and sour orange. They stayed on their limbs.
All the fruit filled a big bucket, which I lugged heavily down the street and heaved into the deep ravine between the roadway and the railroad track.
That done, I could enjoy the lovely morning in peace.