Tattered but fruitful...

The leaves hail-shredded but the fruit of the tamarillo hang in there.

A slight change of plans...

The possums have found a new path to the tamarillos.

(I have visions of them singing "Is this the way to Tamarillo?" in surprising baritone voices.)

So I have harvested them all. 

The tamarillos.  Apparently I am not allowed to harvest the possums.

So, will try poaching them.  The tamarillos.  Forget possums for the remainder of this post.

Will also try dehydrating some.  Who knows; quinces were unexpectedly magical.

Will also try a tamarillo chutney tomorrow.

Others will be sliced, sprinkled with sugar and eaten.

Had an avocado, tamarillo and onion salsa with lunch.  Not bad.  Needed some roast pork.

Anyone nearby who would like some, let me know.

No armistice here!

It's ANZAC Day in Australia, commemorating the pure folly that was the Dardanelles Campaign in World War 1. 

Here, at the front in Burwood, the war continues.

The above rat trap, on a brick wall, is what protects these tamarillos...

from the fate of the apple tree at the other end of the brick wall:

Sure the net helps a bit bit, but didn't stop the possums.  A few sore toes did.
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Tamarillo protection

After the possums got stuck into the green tamarillos I netted them and also put rat traps on the brick wall to pass on the message that sore toes await anyone who walks along the wall.

Seems to be working - they are developing colour nicely.
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