Growing up in the city center of Kaohsiung, we were lucky enough to look into the backyard of one of our neighbors who had a wax apple tree. It was the only tree that stood in the center of their yard. Looking down from our kitchen window as a seven-year-old, the tree seemed enormous and green. Wax apple is one of my fondest memories of Taiwan. I associated it with the warm Spring weather, bright sunshine, green leaves and the juicy juicy taste that makes me dream of Taiwan.
The season of the Wax Apple in Taiwan is around April and I never return in April. Sadly, this photo is no comparison to the glorious fruit that is embedded in my memory.