A few years ago my daughter encouraged me to plant a strawberry guava in the garden. She used to pass by a bush that overhung a suburban fence, and had fond memories of eating the little round fruits on her way home from school.
From year to year I forget about it. And I'm afraid this last year it has become rather overgrown. So when I went past the other day, I was humbled to see that despite its weedy home and neglect, it was again laden with fruit.
Every year this little bush puts forth its inconspicuous tasseled cream flowers and then follows masses of the fruits. They are sweet and soft, and delicious. And they make wonderful aromatic jelly!