Sometimes every other little thing has to be put onto the back burner or downsized to the bare minimum; the peach trees attracting heaps of bird attention is one of those times. Well, that’s my excuse for the lack of diversity in this weeks photos, anyway.
The original inhabitants of the Homestead were really smart when it came to shelterbelt planting. Among the usual suspects (blue gum, pittosporum, tree lucerne etc) we have a good number of fruit trees which we are slowly coaxing back into production. Weirdly (because on all previous homesteads they have been a dismal failure), the two peach trees have been utterly reliable since day one. This has lead to us developing quite the taste for peach desserts of all manner and peach jam on our morning toast; peaches are our main fruit crop and one we can’t let those feathery fruit fanciers beat us to.
In the ideal world, we would be putting away 24 jars of jam and 52 portions of our its-not-pretty-by-it-tastes-good stewed fruit and, while we haven’t quite managed that, we’re happy with the results.
As for the fruit that decides to fling itself off the tree while we’re not looking
Some weeks are full of adventures, pretty photos, and funny stories and some are spent standing at the sink and stove; Little Red Hen style.