There’s this tall, skinny orange tree that came with our house. It calls the small plot of land between our duplex and the apartment complex next door home. We hadn’t thought much of it when we bought the house; except that we had to keep trimming it down for various reasons: when our house got tented for termites, when we got our house painted, when we got our windows replaced, when our neighbors got their building tented, etc.
Despite all that, it’s ridiculous how well it thrives in our tiny side yard. From the time we’ve owned our place, it’s produced hundreds of oranges. The tree is so tall that we can only reach the oranges from a ladder or our 2nd floor window. Picking oranges from your window is more fun though, so we decided to try that out today.
Having this fruiting orange tree makes me feel like an industrious, organic orange farmer. I feel so accomplished, but really, I did nothing. Literally nothing. We don’t even water the tree. Hearing stories about how less water makes for sweeter fruit, we decided that the tree probably didn’t need much more than it was living off of before. Plus, doing nothing is easier. But, maybe we should be doing something? It’s the least we can do for all the fruit it produces for us.
Now we have oranges for days (we picked around 45 oranges today), and those were just the ones we could reach from our window!
