My blogger pal Calypso commented the other day in Yes We Have Bananas that – yes, he had bananas. Growing like weeds. And popping out the suggestive yellow fruit as if they were rabbits.
I responded like a wounded child.
I have banana plants in the back yard. But I had not seen banana one for well over a year. I decided my banana had chosen to live the slightly tragic life of childless parents. Or, parent. Since all bananas are sterile clones.
My plants must have heard my distress. This week as I was walking through the garden with the gardener, pointing out the damage done by one pest or another, I noticed a new flower on the banana family tree – and a bunch of children.
I love photographing the flower at this stage. Great textures, shapes, and colors. The light could certainly be better.
I assisted my maid in harvesting last year’s crop. After tasting one of the bananas, I decided to forgo my ownership rights. I am not certain what variety my plants produce, but they are not particularly pleasant-tasting. My maid loves them.
When this crop comes in, off they will go to my maid’s kitchen. Where they will meet a utilitarian end.
As for me, I ought to start looking around for a plant that will produce the smaller, fruitier bananas. Those I like.
