Wild harvest II
A new batch of figs this afternoon from the same tree, which may be the last as there are few left on the branches. There are now more fruit on the ground than on the tree; a mottled purple and brown carpet of decaying bounty. Across the grass is another tree with fruit coming on, so I will be supplied for a while longer.

- © Clare Richards 2009 Rainforest fig and strawberry jam compote with yoghurt
This week I had a wonderful afternoon gathering green mangos with a friend. Mango trees are everywhere in Cairns. Some were planted originally by cane farmers or households long gone, some by public authorities, others feral survivors that have sprung up from the fruits dropped by fruit bats, or tumbled down seasonal creeks by the rush of wet season waters to sprout life away from their parent.
Because we have such a wet Wet season, Cairns is criss-crossed by wide drains, permanent creeks and seasonal flow channels.  It is most often in these places that the mango trees grow, providing seasonally abundant crops to the public. To me, the scent of masses of overripe and rotting mangos is one of the signature aromas of the wet season, drifting in amongst the smell of rain and wet foilage as I walk streets and green spaces. Word is that we may have an early and big wet season this year, so the rain may be here soon.
© Clare Richards 2009



