The Grove · p. 32
Amberfrond sits on the river flats at Bard, in the far south-east corner of California, where the Colorado bends towards Yuma. The water comes by canal; the heat comes from everywhere.
The family
Ramón Arvizu planted the first eleven offshoots in 1984 on land nobody else wanted, a strip of river silt between the levee and the canal. He added a block a year for nine years and still climbs the oldest of them.
His daughter Inés came home from a food science degree in Davis in 2011 and took over the sorting table, the boxes and this website. She grades every date that leaves the grove and writes the harvest letter each month.
In the busiest weeks of the harvest six neighbours from Winterhaven join us on the platforms. Everyone who picks is paid by the hour, not by the pound, so nobody hurries a date that is not ready.
“We are small on purpose. Forty acres is as many palms as two people can know by name.”
— Inés Arvizu
Point at a month to read what happens in it.
Visit
From the last Saturday of September to the second Saturday of November we open the packing shed and walk visitors through Block Seven. Bring a hat. Collect your order, taste the passes side by side, and see a palm climbed.
Orders, wholesale, events of twenty boxes or more, or a question about a date. Inés answers every message within two working days.