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You might not even know its name, but this mysterious orange fruit can be found growing on trees all over Houston. To help you identify loquats as you start noticing them all over the ground, we've ...

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SAN JOSE — On a recent warm May day, bundles of small sun-kissed-colored fruit droop from a towering tree in Raffy Espiritu’s backyard in Milpitas. They soak in the light and ripen in the heat before ...

A loquat tree grew in the garden of Nicole Routhier's childhood home in southern France. Her mother used to eat the juicy, apricot-colored fruit straight from the tree. When Routhier, author of Nicole ...

On a recent warm May day, bundles of small sun-kissed-colored fruit droop from a towering tree in Raffy Espiritu’s backyard in Milpitas. They soak in the light and ripen in the heat before suddenly ...

There are trees scattered about town with branches sagging, heavy from the weight of hundreds of golden yellow orbs. Some may think of them as pretty little decorations, but they’re actually tasty ...

In old gardens- ones planted at least thirty years ago- you’ll often find a strange tall tree, with big leathery leaves and clumps of round orange fruit each spring, much loved by birds and flying ...

My wife and I sped through the streets of Santa Ana, weaving down side streets and around double-parked cars, in search of the magic house. The one with all the loquats. Today, they’re the happiest ...

My wife and I sped through the streets of Santa Ana, weaving down side streets and around double-parked cars, in search of the magic house. The one with all the loquats. Late spring is when Southern ...