It’s a fruit year. Every tree in the orchard set fruit this year — lemon, peach, apricot, apples, asian pear, persimmon, plum, fig, and whatever this thing is.
I was walking near the bottom of the property with Raphael. This is sort of a novelty because we just had the grass cut (using the term “grass” charitably here); for the first time in three months we can actually walk across the yard without a machete to hack our way through the overgrowth. At two and a half years, Raphael likely has no memory of what our back yard normally looks like.
At age 40, I don’t either. But then I don’t get out much.
Anyway we found three trees we’d never seen before. All three are covered in small yellow-orange fruit. We don’t know what it is.
If you recognize it, let me know. Maybe I’ll send you a pie.
Update 2007-07-05: We figured it out.