Anyone with a tree in their yard finds themselves with friends they didn’t know existed
My aunt and uncle had an apple orchard in upstate New York about 50 years ago. A local miscreant came into their yard at night during harvest time, picked up a ladder left at that time if year in the orchard and climbed up to steal apples. He fell off the ladder and then sued by relatives for his injury.
Can't remember if his hutzpah paid off.
I have a mango tree in my yard. Come on down and enjoy.
Another great piece. So enjoyable to read. Not as sweet as an overripe mango but tart and sweet as a really perfect one. In Venezuela I developed an allergy to mango skin because it has urushiol oil in it, same as poison ivy. My lips swelled up until they looked borrowed from Angelina Jolie, then blistered in an ugly way and stayed that way for days. In Italy farmers guard the fruits and nuts and funghi as jealously as you describe here- no matter how temptingly the branches of their overladen trees may overhang the road. The exceptions were some foreigners- Swiss, as I recall- who invited my friend, who invited me, to come pick as many cherries as we liked, and come again and again- which we did. And it was joyful!
Grocery store salmon in Alaska may be caught in Alaska, but it is shipped Outside, placed on a cardboard or plastic base, wrapped in plastic and shipped back. Always better to catch your own or ask a friendly neighbor.
I discovered the joys of good mangoes in the Dominican Republic. The little yellow ones available here come the closest, but still not what I remember. The big ones are a waste of money. Boo hoo.