By all anecdotal measures from the folks ’round here it’s the coldest and wettest spring we’ve ever had in these parts, but our steadfast orange tree is putting its energy into blossoms anyway. I like that. Even though we’re all depressed with the seemingly endless gray dreariness, the orange tree has faith in the future being bright and sunny.
a promise delivered
I love the cycle of blossoms turning into tiny green nubs that take their time growing bigger through the summer and fall, finally ripening to be ready for harvest in January. And then they will grace us with their nectar-like juice. A circle of life, indeed!
The juice from our oranges is glorious. I got all fanciful and took a portrait of a glass of it at the Glover Gardens bar. I call this photo Straight, No Chaser, because you don’t need to mix it with anything.
Happy (cold and wet) spring!