Papaya season is here, meaning every papaya tree on the compound is pregnant with football sized yellowing fruit. Some branches still carry deep green bundles. But under the Sudanese sun, they don’t stay that way for long.
We try picking them just before they fully ripen. If we wait too long we can’t get them down intact. But when we do, they are well worth the effort. Their orange fleshy silkiness is divine.
To get them down from the tree tops, we have to prod them with a long pole and then catch them in a box. We had three attempts yesterday. All three missed the box and hit the ground.... oops! They were eaten anyway. Yum!