We now have three papaya plants that sprouted out of a former compost pile on the side of our house. “Volunteers” is the what I’ve heard such unplanned plants called.
I say “plant” rather than “tree” based on what Wikipedia has to say: “The papaya is a large, tree-like plant,” even though I’ve always referred to them as papaya trees.
But back to the papayas. For several years they grew taller but produced nothing. I even cut them down a couple of times, but they grew back from the base. Then, just a few months ago, they went through a wonderful period of development, and now suddenly producing beautiful fruit.
I have to watch the fruit very carefully, making daily checks, watching for the first blush of color to show on the green papayas. I discovered the hard way that letting them stay on the plant a little too long means feasts for the birds, chickens, or rats. I’m not really sure which critters get to them if I fail to catch them in time. But now I pick the fruit as soon as it shows a splash of yellow.
It’s kind of magic. Keep track of the fruit, harvest when ready, let them ripen for a few days, and then…a breakfast like this one.
Going to the grocery store and picking up a nice looking papaya is probably easier. This is a lot more satisfying. And if we had planted and cultivated these plants from the beginning, it would likely be even more rewarding.





