I took a sickly oak tree down earlier this year, then filled the hole with dirt from our compost pile.
Soon after, the rains came. In record amounts. It seemed they would never stop, though eventually they did.
I noticed that a bunch of papaya trees, small, tender, and fragile, had come up where my sickly oak had been.
Space was a problem, so I selected the strongest and sacrificed the rest. They grew all summer, spreading out their lovely branches, which are really nothing but giant leaves.
I admired them from a distance, thinking how lovely to have a papaya grove in the middle of Austin. It wasn't until I inspected the trees close up that I realized the little things nestled in the crook of every branch were nothing less than baby papayas. Back then, they were no bigger than walmuts. This is what they look like today.
If the weather holds, if we don't get a freeze in the next few months, it's possible we may have some tree-ripened fruit on our plates.
That will be a first!