Lots of June sun, a few hot days–and suddenly everything’s rushing to ripeness.
Even the mango tree has decided to try again for a crop this year.
Judging by how much time the birds spend not coming to the feeder, I’m guessing the hawks in the redwood are a big reason why my fruit has been pretty much left alone. The cinnamon I sprinkled on top of the fence near the peaches didn’t hurt any, either; a squirrel will not step in it, not if it can help it.
