I have been toying with what to title this post.... I never thought I would get sick of lychees! The last lychees that I can reach have been picked. There are plenty still high up in the tree though and every night the bats come in, and they bicker and fight like naughty spoiled brats. All night long the fruit is dropped on the roof, on the gazebo, on the garden. Ping... ping....thud..... crash (that was a branch). It is a flying fox party and the invitations have been spread far and wide. The next morning, the area underneath the tree looks like this:
When lychees are added it takes the fruit salad to a whole new dimension. If I could only reach all the lychees --- mmm could I lop the top of that tree off?
I have lots of frozen lychees put away. I guess I will yearn back to being able to go outside and reach up and pluck one of the juiciest tastiest little treats, but for now I am done.