There is only one way to eat these mangos:  standing over the kitchen sink with the spigot ready.  You need a full facial rinse-off and hose down to the elbows after diving into this sticky sweet treat.  The tree in our yard has them falling off in our hands, and when this harvest is over (coming soon) we know that summer will be officially over.

I keep hearing Johnny Mathis singing a Christmas song in my head as I stand in summer grass beneath a coconut palm.  It’s the

chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose

There’s no nipping here, just some perspiration in this tropical heat, along with the Bohemian and his diligent collection of Malabar Chestnuts.  I keep thinking this prolific tree is fairly useless with its bounty of nuts, but he insists they’re tasty and our gardening expert and friend, Mary, says they are, indeed, quite palatable when toasted.  A quick Wikipedia search teaches me this tree is often referred to as the “Money Tree.”  Hmmm…maybe the Bohemian is on to something.  If he’s a squirrel, we’ve got our winter stash.

The green onion chives got a haircut yesterday and now all culinary dishes will be garnished in it.  I guess if our whole household is breathing onions, none of us will notice much.  As for the rest of the world, well, I’ll apologize in advance.  We’ve got to get through this harvest.  Can’t really go in small doses, green onions just don’t freeze well.

And while we’re on the thread of inspiration, can I just include a picture of what I’ve come to selfishly term, “my door”? The “my” only inserted as some feeble attempt to connect myself with one of the most beautiful pieces of art (that is, in fact, functional) that I have ever seen.  I have held a love for doorways (and keys) for quite sometime.  This door from Bali was recently assembled by the Bohemian and a friend.  My camera could not capture the entire 19 foot wall of ornate woodwork that stands of either side of this entryway.  The craftsmanship has me awestruck.

I joke that if this could be my front door, my home could be a simple mat on the ground, and I’d be happy just to spend my days gazing upon the carvings of my entrance.

This door is so inviting!  It just begs of wonderment.  What’s on the other side?