Sunday 12 July 2009: Paw paw perfect
Watching this football size paw paw ripen and turn yellow, I can almost think how delicious the flesh will be, once ripe and ready.
At the rate it is changing, it will be ready to cut within a day or three or four.
Note: Useless information: Johann was aghast at the spelling of the word poem (pome) in the write up of this image, until I explained that it was not my words but those of the poet.
Freedom of speech/spelling?