Intended as a repository of photos, poems-in-progress, and news, The Jane Day Reader will blare and babble, bubble and squeak, semi-regularly.
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
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These are papayas. They were growing over one of the gardener's entrances to the Palm Room. Elsewhere, there were small bunches of bananas.
I wondered, looking up, my glasses ever-so-slightly fogged, if the gardeners pick the fruit. And, if so, what do they do with it - do they share it or do they take turns taking home a single ripe fruit?