We’ve had this dwarf pomegranate tree for about 5 years (6? more?) without any sign of fruit – until this past spring.
I was so excited when I spotted a couple tiny red buds one day that I texted photos to Phillip. And my parents. And posted one on Instagram.
Those buds blew off on an unusually gusty day, and I thought it was all over for this year. Then new ones grew.
Yesterday, on the eve of the summer solstice, when I was on the patio worrying about my plants in the 119F-degree heat, I spotted a little pomegranate fruit.
Phillip thinks the tree is in a better spot at our new place. I think it’s because I’ve been watering it with water from Frida’s tank.
Either way, I’m glad to see it flourishing.
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