LOS ANGELES — The first pomegranate that John Chater grasped bled crimson drops onto his tan suede shoes. The leathery hull brimmed with dark, translucent seeds bigger than his baby teeth, and ...

Q: I planted a Wonderful pomegranate 47 years ago. I’m glad I wasn’t counting on it for fruit, because in those 47 years I’ve had no fruit at all. Not one. Some years I’ve had nice flowers ...