These are the peaches which ripen earliest.
I ate one today and it was very juicy and quite delicious.
This is the every-other-year apricot tree laden with fruit.
I picked half-a-dozen ripe ones today but the rest are not quite there yet.
As the sun sets behind the mountains, its last rays shine horizontally into the garden.
Last night they caught these bunches of grapes.
If they’d been quite ripe, as I’d hoped, they wouldn’t have presented such beautiful clusters of varicoloured jewels.
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Our main, reliable apricot tree is at the far end of the orchard.
I forgot to check it just recently and was only alerted by jays flying out of it that the fruit is now ripe!
And how ripe.
There’s no way you can beat a tree-ripened apricot.
When you split it open and take out the stone, there’s juice lying in the hollow. It melts under your teeth.
The jays took surprisingly few and we got a basketful.
Some to eat raw, then jam, perhaps?
I have no actual evidence but I think it was golden orioles that stole our cherries.
They’ve been audible for days, making their musical ‘tiddly-oo’ call in the trees.
They sound quite near but despite looking hard for them I’ve only ever glimpsed one once. It was so striking – a male, yellow all over except for black wings and tail – that it looked unnatural, as if it ought to have been in a tropical forest.
Yesterday we went out for an hour or so and in that time all the cherries which I’d hoped to nurse to ripeness completely vanished.
A few were left on the ground, with stalks snapped through, and one or two were obviously inaccessible even to an acrobatic bird.
This was our best cherry crop ever (I speak comparatively) and we did get a few but they’re a lot nicer ripe.
It would be just like those orioles to deny us even the sight of them in the orchard. The jays and crows are more blatant which is why this time they’re not my number one suspects.
The orioles will be eating the wild cherries now, with their beady eyes on the nectarines …
These are nice hard, juicy apples with very white flesh.
I’ve been eating them although I’m not quite sure they’re ripe yet.
I’ve no idea what variety they are; the garden centre label, if ever there was one, is long since gone.
They seem mercifully resistant to codling moth larvae. The blemish on the right-hand apple looks quite superficial unlike the great tunnels in some of the other kinds of apple.