We set the basket of pawpaws beside the porch swing and watched the sunset.

Pawpaw smiled as he rocked the baby on his knee.

The pawpaw's custard-like fruit fell softly into her basket as she walked through the floodplain.

Every summer, my pawpaw would tell stories about the river until the stars came out.

Hikers stopped to taste the ripe mountain pawpaws growing along the trail.

A mountain pawpaw ripened on the steep slope, its bright orange flesh attracting birds.