Once again, we are heading down the driveway to convene in my Back Forty where — at last — I will have the time to explain what is actually going on there (the cherimoyas and papayas from spit-out seeds, the ridiculous bay laurels, the Pink Passion passiflora that is eating my house, the Fire Crystal that is, hey, growing new leaves). There are also a ton of lemons, limes, tangerines and blood oranges, a monster Black Mission fig, an equally monstrous Saijo persimmon, several apples that will have just finished bearing, ditto the mulberry. The loquats are long done, the litchi and sapodilla are still too young. My homemade beehive is behind a gate and faced in the other direction so no worries.
The Front Forty with my green fig trees, young Hachiya persimmon, another not so happy Fire Crystal, banana plantation and avocado mountains will be taped off because of the number of fragile new plantings and grafts there. I can however explain most of it from the driveway and sidewalk and will lead small groups through if desired. It and the adjacent parkway are full of California natives and therefore butterflies, bees and birds, oh my.
Around 11, the vanilla ice cream will arrive (with bowls and spoons) and we will share all the sauces we have made from the fruits of our orchards. Or actually any topping you want to bring. If you happen to be lactose intolerant, you are welcome to bring whatever iced alternative you desire. Yogurt will also not be shunned. Fun in the sun! (Thank you, Fang, for suggesting this.)
PS. There should definitely be some Gros Michel pups for our silent auction.