This palm tree--not ours, thank god--is absolutely overloaded with fruit (and there is another equally large one clump that has not yet ripened.
We like to call them vomit balls because a) they smell sort of like vomit once they hit the ground and sit in the hot sun and b) Tallulah Mae would eat a few of them when she was a puppy and them regurgitate them. Vomit balls!
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