The persimmons haven't been watered all summer and are dropping their fruit.
Saturday was a fairly quiet day. Neither Robb nor I were bursting with energy. (In fact Saturday was my first day off in two weeks.)
At my suggestion, we went over to the house, looked at the work that the painters had done* and talked about what we might do with the yard. The backyard is a huge mess, but I am really excited about the challenge. We know that we want to take down the mulberry tree. It's about to fall over, and neither of us actually like mulberries. The berries get in the treads of our shoes, and leave bloody-looking smears everywhere we walk. Once that tree is gone, the yard will open up considerably, and we'll have a more sunlight.
We need to get our soil tested, because where the sun beats down on the garage, the soil is full of flaked-off paint. The painters did a commendable job, and there's nary a shard of paint where they scraped. Unfortunately, the soil where I envision my veggie garden is impregnated with paint chips from years and years of peeling.
I'm thinking that I might put some dwarf fruit trees in the front yard, next to our driveway. But this won't happen right away. I want to live with the land for a while, and see what it tells me. Anyway, I need to educate myself about growing fruit.
Bay Area blog readers, do you have fruit trees? What do you love, and what do you regret?
* The sellers of the house paid for the removal of flaking paint, as well as caulking and priming. Things are looking raw and scabby at the moment. The outside of the house isn't too bad, since it is a very pale grey, but the pretty blue and green rooms inside are really dreadful-looking in their current state. The good news is that the painters scraped off most of the hideous wallpaper in the bedrooms. Less work for me to do!