California's ongoing drought may have diminished to output of many gardens (including my own), but the completely in-tended pineapple guava bushes that grow near my workplace are producing a bountiful crop.
These fruits are ripe when they fall on the ground, and it takes an adventurous spirit to eat something gathered off the sidewalk, especially in the funky warehouse district where I work.
I bring these delicious home every day, and Robb politely ignores their existence.
Oh well. More for me!