Mrs. Simmons is our next door neighbor. Like Christy Burks, she is unGoogleable, except for this blog. Also like Christy Burks, she's afraid of frogs (I'm not actually certain that Christy Burks is afraid of frogs, but it wouldn't surprise me): when Biffle planted our banana tree, Mrs. Simmons said, "I don't like banana trees. Frogs live in them. I call them frog houses."
However, unlike Christy Burks, Mrs. Simmons has a big, beautiful orange tree growing in her backyard. You may remember that last year, Biffle offered a series of Orange Reports, updating Baxter Sez readers on the progress of the orange that dangled right outside our kitchen window. Because of poorly-timed vacations and the work of some renegade handymen, we weren't able to enjoy any of last year's orange crop.
Not so this year!
The oranges were ripe this weekend. On Saturday we took our ladder over to Mrs. Simmons' yard and picked them all.
Orange trees are covered with long thorns, so Biffle wore work gloves. He picked the oranges and tossed them down to me.
I loaded them all into bags. There were 124 oranges on that tree! Mrs. Simmons gave us 30. I have no idea what she's going to do with the remaining 94 oranges. I hope all her church friends will come over and eat. Speaking of which, any of our Charleston friends who'd like some oranges--let us know!
10 years ago
5 comments:
Those look great...wish I were a Charleston friend! I'm glad you took pictures. Tell Mrs. Simmons "Hi" from your mom.
i envy your orange picking!
Kelly has a juicer, you know...
I ashamed that you didn't dress up like scurvy plagued pirates who were stealing oranges...sigh
Wow, that's great! There's nothing like squeezing 'em late at night to have first thing in the morning. I only managed to get a very few of the persimmons off my tree this year. :(
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