At the risk of sounding like a Monty Python sketch, my earliest recollection of fruit is of a pomegranate tree growing in front of the converted house where I attended kindergarten in Fort Stockton. As a child of the desert, I was intrigued by the concept of being able to pick sweet, juicy, edible things from a tree, even if they were a challenge to consume. We now have a pomegranate tree in the front yard of our home, and it's bearing fruit this summer for the first time. We can't wait for the harvest, assuming the birds don't beat us to it. Photo taken in Midland, Texas.
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