Yesterday I told all of my many pawpaw followers that one of the pawpaws on the Wells had gotten soft enough that I was going to stop squeezing it to test its ripeness, and from here on out I would just shake the tree. I shook the tree this morning and it didn't fall. I shook the tree when I got home from work and it didn't fall. And then before we went out for a walk this evening, I shook the tree and thud it fell.
The re-enactment below took place just three minutes after the actual event of the pawpaw falling.
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| Shaking... |
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| Shaken. |
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| There it is, like a big green Easter Egg. |
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| For perspective on the size |
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| Up against the dying light of the sky and the peak behind our house. |
So, now the pawpaw sits on our kitchen table. Still ripening a bit, since it's soft but as NJ says, it doesn't really feel soft enough yet, and there's no point in eating it before it's the best it can be.
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