My Tatay (Dad) made sure to plant fruit trees around our house---my childhood home. I still vividly remember how each fruit tree looked and where they were situated. I loved most of all the java guava trees that yielded humongous guavas and so many of them that we had an everlasting supply of guava jelly (the rest of the fruits were thrown in the pigsty for them porcines to feast on). Those guava trees had such thick trunks spread out so that I was able to play tag up in the trees with my friends. That was fun!!! The downside to the abundance of guavas was that it gave me many days of constipation. Nevertheless, I loved those trees. When my Tatay passed away in 1980---those three giant guava trees died shortly after.
Now I realize why I get so excited at the sight of any fruiting tree and why I looong so much to have my own in my home. Alas! We have nil space to plant fruit trees. Thank God for horticulturists who breed dwarf trees. Somehow, I get to plant what I can in the little space that we have.
My dwarf apple tree
My dwarf pear tree
My blueberry bush
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