|My poor pitahaya all have ended up like this one. It has not been a good season.|
I love pitahaya, and normally enjoy a modest harvest of what's also known in English as "dragon fruit" from plants that grow along the wall of my patio. But this year I have not had even one taste of this delicious treat from my own garden. It has been literally a rotten year for pitahaya in Mérida.
In July I was excited when the plants began to bud and the pitahaya flowers to bloom. One evening I had more than twenty of the enormous blossoms open at the same time, and sat nearby in the dark to witness as the bats flew in to pollinate them.
|The abundant blossoms in July were cause for high hopes.|
In Mérida, this has been the pattern all summer. I have lost in excess of one hundred pitahaya this way. And now, just as the pitahaya season is drawing to a close, when I should be savoring cool glasses of agua de pitahaya and fruit salads garnished with its delicate taste, the plants have valiantly given it one last try. Feebly they flowered again over the past ten days or so. However the almost-daily drenching rains we have been having for the past few weeks made short work of the young flowers and fruits. Not one has matured this year.
So it looks as if I will have to wait another ten months or so before I can again hope to enjoy this wonderful tropical fruit. I love to wake in the morning, pick one or two fresh pitahaya in the garden, and prepare my morning drink of agua de pitahaya. There are few nicer ways to start breakfast around here.
But I will move on and try not to think about what I've missed this season. One thing that I have learned living in tropical Yucatán is patience, especially with nature. And I think less and less of life and existence as having a timeline; it's more like a spiral. Everything comes around again, sooner or later. Pitahaya season will be here again before we know it.
Here's an earlier post about pitahaya, including a recipe for making agua de pitahaya.