Mango time at Neita's Nest
The crop, some freshly hand picked, some fallen and bruised, but not battered - having touched down gently from a low limb into a potted plant or garden bed, or on to the soft zoysia grass - were all ripe and ready for the eating. Don't let the green skins fool you. Mango don' drop till it ripe, assures one of our Jamaican proverbs; a truism of our summer fruit as well as a word from the wise about the value of patience.
Not feeling like sitting under the shade of the tree, teeth tearing skin, juice running down forearms, I opted to stand at the kitchen sink and peel them, one by one. Yes, I had about 10 of them for lunch. As the knife slid under their thin skins revealing the rich, yellow, plumpy pulp, I sang a delightful Jamaican folk song:
We have lots to give away. Run come, before the season done!