When I was a kid, I lived in a wooden house in a very very big compound and we had a lot of rambutan trees. The weather was very predictable then – hot in the middle of the year and rain (and flood) around year-end. The fruit season would always be at the end of the year and our rambutan trees would bear fruit in abundance.
There were two types of rambutans then – the local ones with the soft, jelly-like flesh that usually would stick to the seed or the Singapore ones, as they were called then, that were crunchier and sweeter and those from our trees would never stick to the seeds, that’s for sure!
We would tie the fruits in bundles and I would sell them to the people passing by our house…and many years later, they could still recall seeing that (cute) little boy sitting by the roadside selling his rambutans…ummm the fruits, I mean! Ah…never mind! ROTFLMAO!!!…Later my father sold the land and the family had to move. He grafted the tree and planted one in the backyard of the new house, or were there two? It/They grew very well and we continued to enjoy the fruits. Then they moved again; by then, I had already moved out to stay on my own. Once again, my father grafted the tree and gave the seedlings to everybody. I also got one and I just planted it at the back of the house. Believe it or not, everybody else’s died but mine survived!
It was about two-feet tall for many years and it never grew bigger…and then suddenly, it did just that! Probably the ground was very hard and finally the roots could break through. It bore fruits many times – exactly like the ones we had long ago in the old wooden house. It had flowered recently and now, the fruits have appeared…
Sometimes, if the weather is too hot, these young baby fruits would drop off…but lately, the weather has been quite kind. Not too hot and quite a lot of rain! So hopefully, by the time Stella gets here next month from Down Under, she can get to enjoy my rambutans…the fruits, I mean! Arghhh!!! LOL!!!