Is the coconut a fruit, a nut or a seed? Well, it’s actually classified by botanists as a Drupe which is a fleshy fruit containing a single nut or seed, so I guess it must be all three.
This very different photo of coconuts was taken on our morning walk around the neighbourhood here in Florida. It was garden trash day and these coconuts were on the sidewalk waiting for a ride to the dump. Such an ignominious end.
Coconuts always bring to mind funfairs visited as a child. The ‘Coconut Shy’ was a stall with a row of coconuts set upon wooden stands. You paid your three-pence and got three balls to aim at and try to dislodge them. If successful the coconuts were yours to take home. It wasn’t as easy as it looked, but I do remember that we occasionally did manage to get the prize. Once home again, my dad had to drill a hole in the end of the coconut to drain the milk into a jug, and then hit the thing with a hammer to break it. Not the most convenient fruit to get into, but it was lots of fun and delicious too.
Wishing you all a happy Sunday. It seems that hurricane ‘Isaias’ has passed us by with only a few hours of rain and wind to show for itself, for which I’m very grateful.
Debbie’s ‘One Word Sunday – Nosy’ Challenge’ reminded me of this fella who, having climbed into the hibiscus bush outside my bathroom window was peering intently at me as I emerged from the shower. Luckily, I had my camera to hand to record the evidence of this nosy Iguana-shaped ‘peeping Tom’.
Here is one of my sister’s paintings still in progress. I think it fits the ‘Patchwork’ theme.
This colourful patchwork stool was seen on our travels outside a shop in Heidelberg.
Last but by no means least is a patchwork ‘Memory Bear’ made by a dear friend, out of my darling Mom’s favourite skirt and a purple top which I bought her as a birthday present. She made one for my sister and also one for my daughter.
Happy Sunday to you all and I hope you’re well and staying safe. We just spoke to my mom-in-law Kathleen in England, who is going to be 107 in August. We were saying that we would love to be able to travel over to see her but unfortunately won’t be able to come over this year. She understands the situation though and said, “Oh well, in life, whatever we’re dished up, we just have to make the best of it, don’t we?” I’m thinking that her ‘laissez faire’ attitude to life may just be the secret to her longevity.