Yesterday we drove through a Pecan Farm unintentionally (first time on this trip I did that to us) - but it was so pretty that we didn't mind. We deliberately went on a tour of a Pistachio Farm. This time of year the male trees are fertilizing the female trees. Very important as the males don't produce pistachios, but the females won't if they don't get fertilized. They are planted, about one male to every 8-10 female trees with the knowledge of the direction the wind comes through the first 3 weeks of April. Just think, if the wind reversed itself, a lot of pistachios wouldn't make it to market.
Oh, the NM pistachios aren't in trouble from the latest health problems. That's in California. That said, there are only a couple areas in North America where pistachio trees can be grown - a small area in California where most of our pistachios come from - and this area in southern NM and into Mexico.
OK - here's a pic of the field. The male trees are taller than the female trees:
I can't even begin to tell you how good it smelled in the production room - these were green chili pistachios:
I immediately thought of Lucy:
And Sparkle bought some of this for the birds (I considered buying it for me - only problem with it was it didn't "look" as good:
Around the breakfast table - biscotti anyone?:
The pistachio farm has a dog - it said hi to me - then he discovered Sparkle. Now, I've seen how all the dogs love Sparkle. But look closely - it's not her that the dog loves - he can smell Bogie on her jeans.