This is just one more reason why I love October. Pomegranates.
Even as a little girl, I was mesmerized by the jewel fruits. The color, the shape, the taste.
Two or three years ago, my Grandpa Heaton gave me two starts from his pomegranate tree. They looked like plain old sticks. We planted both of them, and I watered them vigilantly. One died, one lived. This year we had a fair amount of pomegranates.
Zoe helping to juice the fruit. It takes a lot of pomegranates to make a small amount of juice. Time consuming, but so worth it. Some of the juice we're taking to Grammy Blair's when we go for a visit in a few weeks.