This is our orange crop. Actually, there were 6 ripe Valencia oranges to harvest, so this pic simply doesn’t do our crop justice. I mean, it wasn’t a big enough crop to hire migrant help for the harvest, but we felt like we hit the jackpot that we got any at all.
It was only 1 year ago that we started our backyard remodel which included the addition of our fruit trees. The Golfer was bound and determined to have citrus in our backyard. Bound…and…determined. I teased him about it. Gave him a hard time about how much he talked to our landscaper about it. And now I get to eat my words. Literally.
You should have seen how proud he was to walk into the house carrying his bounty. I will admit, there something very cool about being able to walk outside and pick a snack off of a tree not even 10 feet from your back door. The boys thought it was pretty cool too. They were small, but oh so juicy! I’ve never seen people ooh and ah as much over fruit in my life.
You know someone who says, “She was pretty as a peach blossom.” Well, this picture explains why. We have these little peach blossom all over our peach trees right now which only leads me to hope that there will be lots of peach cobbler and peach ice cream this summer.
I’m not a gardener. Not even a little bit. In truth, I am better at killing plants than making them grow. I do have a compost bin that I occasionally tend to, but everything in there is already dead (so to speak.) Most of the time that I spend in the yard is to scoop poop or pick up balls that have been left out over night to fend for themselves against the morning sprinklers. But there’s something about these little buds that make you want to go out and garden.
If not garden, well, at least go out and take pictures.
Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.