I forget sometimes that not everyone lives in the tropics. I take palm trees and tropical fruit for granted now. (However, it is almost impossible to get a fresh raspberry worth buying up here).
I have noticed that it my use of fresh coconut that seems to get a bit of notice, so I thought I would share some photos of one of the 2 coconut palms I have in the yard. I couldn’t get the angle right to show it, but there was a rainbow lorikeet hiding up near the coconuts.
I also thought I would prove that poor planning does have the clothes line just under one of the palms.
And, here are the size of the fronds that come crashing down.
Something interesting about local coconuts is they don’t fall off when ripe. You have to cut them down or they finally come down once all dried up. Our palms are so high now that we can’t get them down. About twice a year a man comes round in a mini van wearing a hard hat. He brings out a mattress (to give the coconuts a gentle landing) and a really impressive extendable saw. He takes most of the coconuts to sell at the markets and we keep a few. Which we process, and then pop the nut meat in the freezer just waiting for a chance to be included in a recipe.