Our white peach tree is one of the best things about our back yard. But it’s a variable thing. Some years good, with lots of peaches, some years bad, not many at all. Sometimes the rainbow lorikeets sample them while they’re still green (which means peach jam, but not many fresh peaches).
This year is a bad summer for peaches. Lots of blossoms set fruit, but a heatwave in November made all the green almond-like baby peaches drop off the branches. Or that’s what I thought. Today I found a few survivors lurking deep under the leaves. Hooray! Peaches for me.
Hooray indeed. Sometimes my friend’s tree is ravaged by the possums, and worse still, they take one bite and throw the fruit away!!! What a lovely find!!
It may have been a bad year for peaches, but it’s been amazing here in Melbourne for plums and apples. We’ve collected more than enough for ourselves and still left the lorikeets an enormous serving. :)