pome-lo

Started by abejaruco, September 23, 2007, 02:37:12 PM

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abejaruco

Pomelo, grapefruit, pamplemousse...

Splendid pollination. My bees have been working hard this year.


Mici

abejaruco, admit it, you're posting all this fruits just to tease me! i really envy you!
we went to my grandmas old home, around 50km away from here, tooootaaalyyy different climate, soil, water conditions. where i am, you really can't raise fruits and stuff. but there, even my dad remembers his trips in the autumn as trips to the wonderland, fruits really are abundant there. one wouldn't even believe it, aples haven't seen human hand in decades, yet they have loads and load of fruit on them, really BIO/ECO fruits, not one drop of chemicals!
although i really like my area, i'm a bit dissapointed right now....

Cindi

abejaruco, you surely must live in a beautiful place that you can grow all these lucious fruits, I envy that.  Do you grow all these fruits that you speak of on your property?  It must be very large, you are a lucky man, be grateful for that, I am for you too.  Have a wonderful day, beauty of a life.  Cindi
There are strange things done in the midnight sun by the men who moil for gold.  The Arctic trails have their secret tales that would make your blood run cold.  The Northern Lights have seen queer sights, but the queerest they ever did see, what the night on the marge of Lake Lebarge, I cremated Sam McGee.  Robert Service

abejaruco

That is the treasure map. :) My little orchade where I am happy.
I forgot any fruits, but I can´t write with paintbrush.


Cindi

Abejaruco, I wish you could write with that paintbrush, but still, you have painted us some beautiful pictures  :) ;)  Have a wonderful day, great life we live.  Cindi
There are strange things done in the midnight sun by the men who moil for gold.  The Arctic trails have their secret tales that would make your blood run cold.  The Northern Lights have seen queer sights, but the queerest they ever did see, what the night on the marge of Lake Lebarge, I cremated Sam McGee.  Robert Service