There is a lovely, fenced in, neighborhood park about a mile and a half up from our place on Citrus Drive. I walk Taiga there on days I don't feel like socializing at the dog park. Monday was one of those days.
I noticed the bushy tree on the left (above tiny Taiga in the park picture) was bulging with some large, reddish-pink orbs.
I inspected a bit closer, getting my shoes muddy (we had had some rain).
This fruit looked familiar, but then again, there are so many sphere-fruit producing trees in southern California, that I thought this was just another "ornamental" fruit tree.
But my curiosity got the best of me, and I picked it.
Then I pulled off part of the skin shell.
Pomegranates!! What?! At my little neighborhood park?!
I tasted the seeds.
Mmm. Pomegranate sweetness.
I am pretty unfamiliar with the pomegranate fruit. But after sampling this one at the park, it's almost like corn kernels. Inside the pomegranate kernel, is the juice and a tiny white pit, which you have to spit out.
It's a good fruit for park eating. Lots of places to spit pits.
Then, on the walk home, I noticed these over the wall by the side walk.
Where do I live, the Garden of Eden?!?!?
