Once upon a time, we had an orange tree that grew satsumas. Sure it was tiny, sure it didn’t produce very many, but it was ours.
I don’t remember now how and when it happened, but we our little orange tree died. No big deal, we could always replace it. Unfortunately, the nursery where we’d bought it didn’t have any, so for the last few years we’ve tried other options. First, we wound up with a calamondin (edible but unappetizing), and then we tried a tiny lemon tree (that died last summer).
I know it seems crazy in our climate, but indoors with all these windows, we decided to give it another go. We’ve had a few glitches, but the orange tree I bought the MR for Christmas finally arrived on Monday.
We were out of town the week before Christmas, so it was supposed to be delivered in the new year. When it hadn’t arrived after the first week, I called to find the order had been set aside. And then the two-day shipping wound up taking 11 days, but it’s in good shape with only one broken branch. I’m hoping this one will survive.
While it’s small, it already has a few full-size fruit. They are supposed to ripen in the winter, so I guess we’ll keep an eye on them. I do love the scent of orange blossoms, and I hope this new “tree” does well.
While I’ve been trying to upload a few more photos (without succes), I searched for calamondin recipes. Maybe I’ll try a sweet bread when the next batch of fruit ripens. These definitely need some sugar.
You may be wondering why bother with an orange tree. It’s never going to pay for itself, but there’s joy in tending a useful houseplant. I remember my grandma always trying to sprout an avocado pit; maybe she rubbed off on me.
Do you grow herbs on your windowsill? Have you tried your hand at growing your own food?
In other news, a good friend of ours has lost his battle with cancer. He was the kind of guy who would buy boxes and boxes of girl scout cookies even though his jaw was wired shut after surgery. Love your people; hold them near; let them know how much you care.