Our house is surrounded by fruit and olive trees and grape vines. I mark the seasons by when they bloom and produce fruit. The
askadinia of May are finished now.
At the beginning of June the plums began to ripen.
Remember the
blossoms in March?
Now all the plums are ripe and almost gone. They are delicious.
The pomegranates are getting fat, but it will be a while before they are ripe.
These figs were small at the beginning of the month. I need to walk down to the tree to see how they are now.
But what we have the most of is grape vines. (Those are olive trees in the back ground.)
Lots of grapes.
Lots and lots of grapes!
They aren't ripe yet, but soon. My daughter likes to pick them like this and eat them with salt. Some people pickle them.
I am still picking loads of leaves for stuffing.
I get tired of making stuffed grape leaves, because my hands are too slow, but I don't get tired of looking at the leaves and the way the light reflects and filters through them.
And it is nice to be under the leaves because the sun is too hot lately.
My daughter took this last picture a couple years ago.
Our house is surrounded by fruit and olive trees and grape vines. I mark the seasons by when they bloom and produce fruit. The askadinia of May are finished now.
At the beginning of June the plums began to ripen.
Remember the blossoms in March?
Now all the plums are ripe and almost gone. They are delicious.
The pomegranates are getting fat, but it will be a while before they are ripe.
These figs were small at the beginning of the month. I need to walk down to the tree to see how they are now.
But what we have the most of is grape vines. (Those are olive trees in the back ground.)
Lots of grapes.
Lots and lots of grapes!
They aren't ripe yet, but soon. My daughter likes to pick them like this and eat them with salt. Some people pickle them.
I am still picking loads of leaves for stuffing.
I get tired of making stuffed grape leaves, because my hands are too slow, but I don't get tired of looking at the leaves and the way the light reflects and filters through them.
And it is nice to be under the leaves because the sun is too hot lately.
My daughter took this last picture a couple years ago.
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6 comments:
Wow... That was really marvelous fotos. Gave me some knowledge of what type of plants grow in what countries. I haven't seen grapes or plums or olives except in shops. Thanks for the beautiful pics.
Thank you, mashaAllah. Where I grew up in America we had grapes and trees like plums and apples, but some of the fruits like askadinia, pomegranates and figs were new to me. And the only olives I knew came in jars.
MashaAllah that dahlia is wonderful. Our is only four years old; we now have seven grape clusters. Those, when ripened, will last all of a day.
Masha'Allah the pomegranates are looking good - more pomegranate-like now! All fruits look so delicious masha'Allah - so nice to be able to grow and eat your own.
Assalamu alaykum sister,
found your blog sometime ago. I have been lurking..sorry. i hope you don't mind. Just like to say Mash'Allah Tabarak'Allah! The pics are great! i love your garden and the surroundings are fantastic...I wish I was there...;)
Also it remind me so much of my childhood. i grew up in a small town in Italy and my da had a big garden to play with. He grew all veggies and fruits. My favourite? The old figs tree. By September my mum and I used to fill basket of figs and she used to make jam out of them, mash'Allah. I am sorry for my kids as they don't know about fruits and veggies growing from the ground. in Uk it's all in plastic bags out Tescos.
Hamdulillah!
wa 'alaikum assalaam,
Welcome to my little blog. Lurking is ok, but I love it when people comment (as long as they are nice). Thanks for the compliment, but I hope people don't think everything is so pretty here. MY son said the other day, "When people look at your pictures they must think the place we live is so nice!" LOL, I guess he thinks it is not. There is so much ugliness and garbage, but I try to focus on the pretty things to keep my sanity.
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