Politics, Philosophy, Fruit
at perfect ripeness, paradisical fruit. these are sometimes street trees in California.
I wonder if people take advantage of that in CA like they do in Georgetown with the gingkos.
They grow all over San Antonio -- in hotel court yards and front yards. No one seemed to recognize the fruit was edible. When we lived there, we'd go and pick the fruit off the trees from alley ways or standing on benches at hotels or on the side yards of houses (where the owners couldn't see us). The fact that there was so much wonderful, delicious and free food all over the city and it seemed no more than 2 or 3 people recognized it to be food strikes me as metaphorical of. . . something or other.Professor Pea
There's got to be some trick or a special dedication required. I decided early in my youth that they weren't worth the trouble, at least for some one walking down the street without a ladder. The less than over-ripe ones don't shake down. On the ones that do come down, the skin is bitter and pocked with blemishes and gritty bits that are hard to distinguish from sidewalk grime. Plus the pits are big, so there's little pulp inside. And the trees are always crawling with ants. Fie on thee, loquat, and on yee loquat touts as well. DON'T BELIEVE THE HYPE!
Free food. Like the fig tree in my neighborhood. Good figs too. Come to think of it, the loquat may be related to the fig. Huh.
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