Its the end of the chickoo season!
Picked and put among the leaves!
We have two types of chickoos planted. One which are round and are called Cricket Ball and one which is oval and are called -- well -- Oval!! This year the crop was bigger and better and I am still selling them off my group to happy buyers. So, why do I insist the chickoos are put on the ground?? Because they release a sap when picked and that is sticky. So we pick and leave them on the ground to let the sap soak into the soil, then only do I rub it on the dry leaves and put into the bag.
Apples are ripening on the trees.
Just two years ago a Colonel friend on my gardening group sent me a package of 12 bare root apple trees from J and K! .They have taken to Hoskote and a year and flowering and fruiting happily to our great joy. Ofcourse we are watering them well and Rajanna has fed them chicken waste which stinks but is great for the trees. There are different varieties of apples including a strange shaped one like the Snow White and Seven Dwarfs story.
Bunches of them everywhere!
I picked one and took a bite! Its delicious and just the kind that I like. Not too sweet and a bit tart. Both of us crunched our way through a couple, absolutely thrilled that they taste so good. My worry is that no one must rob them during the week.
Avocados after more than a decade.
We planted a few of the avacados that Dad had germinated of the Hayes road trees. They have grown well and probably one fruited only once. Then I was told by my Goa gardening group that there are not enough bees and so cross pollination is not happening. They even explained what I must do manually to pollinate the flowers. Over spraying of pesticide has caused mass deaths of bees, but lucky for us the farmers had decided to inter-crop the beans with roses and so the bees were back and to our immense joy baby fruit began to appear.
Watch and hope they grow!
I must buy some tankers of chicken waste water to help them grow. The water has blood and bits of skin which the plants love and thrive on. Very sad that Dad and Mum are not here to see the farm. They saw it when it was barren. Now its a paradise which they would have loved.
