With pomegranates in hand, we wandered over to see the kiwi fruits, but they were not yet ripe. Neither were the limes or lemons, though the peach season seems to have ended. There were still some wild strawberries scattered among the deep green ground cover so we plucked those up.
Around the driveway we found some cherry-like fruits that I couldn't identify, so I tried one (but didn't share with Annabelle in case they weren't actually safe) and then we wandered into the orange grove and found a tangerine tree. Annabelle picked one herself and at first taste promptly shoved as much of it in her mouth as she possibly could. I tried to stop her, but in the end we just laughed! The persimmon tree had ripe fruit too, early I think, but they tasted just awful.
In the garden I picked the last of the ripe tomatoes and some herbs, and noted several budding roses... what a place this is! What a joy to spend an hour wandering and discovering...
(PS Annabelle did actually tell me that her GERD was acting up after all the tasting we did, but I kind of think it was worth it. We had so much fun.)
Looking past the pebble patio, the persimmon tree leads to the orange grove where you can see the yellow rabbit holding court.
My oak tree, towering over the corner of our bedroom and shadowing the pool below.
A mermaid sits between the Boxwood.
Standing in the front doorway, looking down the path that reaches to one of the driveways. The pool is visible to visitors coming up the walk, off to the left of this picture.
Angels and fairies are EVERYWHERE in the house and outside.
Standing underneath the oak.
The view of the valley from Annabelle's bedroom window. Full moon rising past another oak tree on the other side of the house.
