I just love oranges. If I ever moved away from Arizona, that is what I would miss the most - the navel oranges off my parents' tree. I guess I should rephrase that. I would miss my family the most, and then the navel oranges and the gorgeous Arizona sunsets.
I gleaned my parents' tree a couple of weeks ago. Yes, I did it the old fashioned way; I climbed it, and then tossed the oranges to the ground for the posse' to pick up and bag. (Alison, if you're reading this . . . it brought back some good memories. Remember when you thought it was birds attacking you, when in reality it was me tossing little dead branches down your way. Sorry. Big sisters have to torture at least a little.) Mom said what she always says, "Now don't fall out of there and break anything. That would be horrible if we had to take you to the hospital today." She also told me that I wasn't as young as I used to be, and probably shouldn't be climbing her tree. Too bad. There's just too many good oranges up at the top that go to waste if I don't do the annual climb. I have to admit though, that I felt it more this time. Climbing the tree at 36 is a far cry from climbing at age 16. Oh well.
I juiced orange juice this week, (not my parents' oranges - those are strictly for eating!!!) but some that we got from a friend. I ended up juicing a gallon and a half. Yum. It sure was good! And beautiful too, with the addition of blood oranges to the mix.
I'm sad to see the citrus season coming to an end. I always miss the oranges and grapefruit all year long, until they come ripe again at Christmas time. And the countdown begins. 313 days left.
I gleaned my parents' tree a couple of weeks ago. Yes, I did it the old fashioned way; I climbed it, and then tossed the oranges to the ground for the posse' to pick up and bag. (Alison, if you're reading this . . . it brought back some good memories. Remember when you thought it was birds attacking you, when in reality it was me tossing little dead branches down your way. Sorry. Big sisters have to torture at least a little.) Mom said what she always says, "Now don't fall out of there and break anything. That would be horrible if we had to take you to the hospital today." She also told me that I wasn't as young as I used to be, and probably shouldn't be climbing her tree. Too bad. There's just too many good oranges up at the top that go to waste if I don't do the annual climb. I have to admit though, that I felt it more this time. Climbing the tree at 36 is a far cry from climbing at age 16. Oh well.
I juiced orange juice this week, (not my parents' oranges - those are strictly for eating!!!) but some that we got from a friend. I ended up juicing a gallon and a half. Yum. It sure was good! And beautiful too, with the addition of blood oranges to the mix.
I'm sad to see the citrus season coming to an end. I always miss the oranges and grapefruit all year long, until they come ripe again at Christmas time. And the countdown begins. 313 days left.
2 comments:
i LOVE orange juice! that's impressive-it must've taken a long time to do all that!!
Yes, I remember that. You big meany:)
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