There’s a varmint eating my peaches. When you’re from Oklahoma that’s what you call them: varmints. That’s definitely what my Grandaddy would have called them.
var·mint (plural var·mints), noun, definition: troublesome person or animal: a person or an animal regarded as troublesome, unpleasant, or despicable ( regional )
When we were designing the new landscaping for the backyard, the Golfer had one request: citrus trees. According to his personal reasoning, it’s sacrilegious to live in California and not have some kind of citrus trees.
So we now have a section of our yard that I refer to as The Grove. In The Grove we have 2 lime trees, 2 peach trees, 1 Valencia orange tree, and 2 pomegranate trees. Being new the trees are so small that the fruit is hanging pretty close to the ground. And the varmints are really enjoying the 5 juicy peaches that I was hoping to make a cobbler with. Because when you’re from Oklahoma that’s what you do with peaches: you make cobbler.
Either that or peach bellinis.
Luckily the varmints (we think it’s a bunny that we’ve seen in the yard) have taken no interest in the citrus or the pomegranates.
These will eventually be limes that are going to really taste good in a cold beer on the new porch.
This is one of our many pomegranates. I’ve counted 6 so far. It’s not like we’ll need to hire migrant workers to help us pick them all, but still, that’s a lot for a new tree. Pomegranate martinis for everyone!
And this pretty little thing will be an orange one day. Fresh squeezed screwdrivers. Yum.
Now if we only had some lemons…