Survivor
tree. Every year, the tree is covered in flowers but every year the
birds get at all the fruit before it even ripens.
This year, though, I witnessed a good number of candidates -- like
about 30 (which is an abundance for us) -- hanging from the tree. None
were ripe but this one was as close as we were going to get. So I had
Thommy pick it (he could reach it) and it's been sitting on the
counter, ripening -- hopefully lasting long enough for Chris to see it.
Good thing, too. Today -- 2 days later -- the tree is bare. Damn birds!