 |
| This morning, Sept 8th, as I left the house for work I saw that the final raspberry of the season was ripe on the cane. I texted NJ and let her know she should come out and pick it when she got the chance. |
 |
| The raspberry was gone by the time I got home. Also, while I was at work there was a big rain and windstorm, so I was expecting some pawpaws on the lawn as I walked up. The only tree that dropped any was the Shenandoah. So the Wells and Atwood are stubborn this year! |
 |
| The two pawpaws that fell from the Shenandoah. The lower one is ripe (and I ate it first thing for dinner) and the upper one is not even half-ripe and I hope it ripens. |
No comments:
Post a Comment