Meelie and I were out of milk so we walked over to the Cold Store. My little shopper with her bag ready to go.
We picked up some juice and bananas and after dropping off the milk at home, headed over to the park. It’s the first time we’ve been since moving here, since it’s been too hot until now. It’s still too hot, but we were getting sick of staring at the same cement walls all day.
It happened to be date harvest day at the park. I don’t know who owns the dates, or who is in charge of deciding when to cut them down, but there was a crew of 3 guys (all barefoot) with climbing belts and curved knives cutting down all the bunches of dates from 20+ trees.
They fell in piles on the ground under the trees — thousands of dates
She is wise to the ways of Middle Eastern play — testing the slide to see if it’s too hot before she goes down.
I don’t know why they would choose to cut them down now, when there are still so many that are unripe (the brown ones are what we think of as dates — the yellow ones are chalky and unripe).
Not ready yet
It was raining dates!
Later we saw unripe or “fresh” dates for sale at the grocery store, still on their branches. Some people love them this way, but I don’t understand why. You might as well eat a green banana, ick!
I don’t see how I could possibly have any more date stories/photos/information to share — at least until next year . . .