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Friday 9 July 2010
There are two basic types of pomegranate trees; one that just flowers, and the other that makes fruit. They both look pretty much the same, and actually have the same flowers. So why just have the flowering type?
I had a friend nearby who had a well established tree by his pool that was always covered with fruits; and I WANTED ONE TOO.
A visit to my local Garden Centre proved instantly successful, and I was promised that the one I had chosen was, without question, of the 'fruiting' variety.
On hearing my story about three years later, my friend with the established tree simply pulled off a couple of small branches, and instructed me to just 'stick them in the ground'.
They are all in flower at the moment (not my favourite colour, but....), and I've never seen them quite so covered.
Sadly, the fruits are not edible. The word 'sour', doesn't even come close! I just like the idea of having pomegranates growing in the garden.
HEY ..... I'M BACK ..........
*Hi, I've been very absent haven't I ? My life has taken a bit of a turn
as, after my husbands chest infection, he has deteriorated. I have to look
4 weeks ago
The difference between an optimist and a pessimist, is that the optimist enjoys himself whilst waiting for the inevitable! I AM that optimist!
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I was born just south of London, but for the past 50 years I've lived in S W France. I am a painter by profession, and writer by desire. Lady Magnon and I live between an ancient cottage in a tiny village in perfectly tranquil French countryside, and a bijou townhouse in Brighton UK. In France we have plenty of fruit trees, all situated amongst a view that takes the breath away, in the UK we have a handkerchief sized patio. We also have a Border Collie called Billy. I try to treat our planet with respect, and encourage others to do likewise (without preaching).
Contentment is a glass of red, a plate of charcuterie, and a slice of good country bread. Perfect!