It's papaya time on our farm.
And we've got plenty.
My hard-working husband climbed a tall ladder and threw down papayas and I managed to catch every one of them. Wonder if I missed my calling as a baseball catcher. Nope...don't think so. Would rather catch papayas.
Here are a few.
Some are going into smoothies...
some into clients' produce boxes...
some to eat with breakfast.
Oh well...that's what happens on a farm with lots of dirt.
Papaya balances out the saltfish souse
along with steamed green bananas.
Look who's asking for a bite, or two.
She knows to look straight into my eyes when begging.
How can I resist?
Have a wonderful day, or night.
Have a wonderful day, or night.
