Month: June 2023

I am relieved to say that mango season is finally running down. Although I still have to pick the fallen fruit up, there is less and less of it. What remains is still green, days away from falling and high up in the tree tops. Once the trees have finished producing I will prune the…… Continue reading How Sweet It Is

I began my day picking up the hundred or more mangoes which fell overnight. You could call it a fruitful task. Half of this mornings haul would go to the food bank, some for a friend at Staples, he helps me with my computer snafu’s. Double that amount would be placed curbside for the people…… Continue reading Mango-pocalypse

First thing this Saturday morning, I put a shirt on over my pajamas and go pick mangoes in my side yard. The huge trees have been busily dropping fruit all night and the yellow globes litter the ground, just like yesterday. Although the day is still early, the sunlight seeps over the line of trees…… Continue reading On the sensuality of Mangoes

I walked out the door and did my best to avoid the enormous leaves of the Bird of Paradise which the rain made droop across my path. Their broad green, veined surfaces streamed with run off and to brush against one would mean soaking my clothing. To the northeast, a thick grey cloud guaranteed a…… Continue reading Boom

I have two large mango trees on my property. Each was planted simultaneously and long ago by fruit lovers long dead. They’re “dirty” trees, prone to dropping branches, twigs and ankle deep layers of leaves. I don’t eat mangoes, my neighbor eats some and invites friends and family to pick whatever they want. During particularly…… Continue reading Poisonous Fruit

Sometimes keeping a blog updated can be like laying out dinner service for a party of ten. You take the time to place things just right, so everyone will be pleased, while never knowing if anyone is actually coming to dinner.

I left the hotel in a hurry. My Uber was late but the train taking me to work in New York City, would be on time, if only because it originates at my station stop. I mentally appraised the coming day of work shooting the “Housewives of New Jersey Reunion” . There would be unbearable…… Continue reading BAGEL SUCKER

Don’t worry about this being another diatribe about global warming. It’s already too late for that my dears. Several times a week, the lake like bayou at the end of my street rises above the concrete walkways that encircle its irregular bulge. Private docks submerge, and the steps separating the grassy levels of the shoreline…… Continue reading CLIMATE CHANGE

It has been quite a while since my last post, sorry gang, or the four of you who actually read my blog. Thanks for your readership. On May 17th I boarded Amtrak’s ZEPHYR train in route to California. The 2500 mile ride takes roughly 52 hours. It is never on time. It has to cover…… Continue reading DIGESTING