It's winter in Takaka. Mornings are occasionally frosty, followed by warm sunshine.
Frost on the persimmon.
It's feijoa season. Each morning, I go out to the orchard, shake the feijoa trees, and collect the fruit that drops to the ground. The first big harvest was used for pressing wine. Pete has part of an apple press, built the rest, and improvises the rest with his truck jack. I'll have to come back in a few months to taste the results.
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The rest of the feijoas that we collect will be dehydrated. Remind me to share them with you. Maybe I can figure out a way to bring back some fresh fruit...