Mini-Mangoes

My mango tree is merely three years old (I thought at first that it was two, but I remembered that it bore a fruit or so a year ago and I don’t think a mango tree is likely to be reproducing at the ripe old age of one.) And this year it has thirty-six, at least. That is, it has three dozen at this time, but it is early innings and the fruits are baseball-sized (when measured on the long diameter); they will be completely ripe when they have graduated to the softball stage, and many mishaps may occur before they round those bases and head home. I mused that if I did strike out in my mango plate appearance, failing to make contact with a single wholesome drupe, but only finding foul ones, my expression too would droop, disappointed by the picked-off fruits resulting from the squirrels’ stealing.