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I overindulged in guacamole a month ago. I now have an aversion to it, reinforced by that deep kinesthetic memory of gastrointestinal distress. But I still have an avocado tree in my yard, and it’s still producing, even though I haven’t been up in the tree in weeks. In retaliation it has taken to dropping half-pound bombs on the patio. We find exploded avocados around the yard daily — I’m afraid to sit under it, for fear of getting brained.

Today I relented. Up the ladder I went, with my custom avocado picker (a plastic coffee mug duct-taped to a 10'-long 1''x2''). I just took the fruit that was easy to see, and easy to reach — my wife stopped me after #13. I’d picked 10 lbs of avocados! The giant of the lot was nearly a pound by itself.

I guess this is typical of late summer and fall in this region. Most folks have so much produce, they can’t give it away.