As a hobby Fannie Merritt Farmer , I know those neat piles of orchard apple tree at the supermarket grew on trees somewhere , mayhap even here in the apple capitol , Washington DoS , and not a zillion miles away in New Zealand .
I ’ve pluck apple , and really have my own orchard comprise of two extra dwarf orchard apple tree Tree ( we recently expanded by planting three more ) that yielded an entire grocery storehouse bag of flyspeck apples last fall . Impressive , huh ?
My point is , farmers know where genuine foods in their natural states – orchard apple tree , broccoli , eggs – originate .
Despite this , I ’m standing in my parent ’s sunny backyard outside of Tucson , Arizona , goggling at gorgeous bright yellow fruits hanging from a small , shining - leaved tree diagram as if I ’ve never seen them before .
Get this – lemon actually uprise on trees !
OK , I knew that . But we do n’t do citrus fruit in clammy , cloudy westerly Washington , nor on the moth-eaten - winter east side , so forgive me if receive springtime gamboge on a tree diagram feels like a delicious novel discovery .
My sept , lucky them , also have a lime Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree and a Citrus paradisi tree , now covered in creamy ashen blossoms . The heyday , buzzing with dearest bee , let out a heavenly scented fragrance I ’d love to trap in a bottle and take home as a souvenir .
I pluck a quiet lemon tree and trend it into spicy wedges to share with my husband . I mean we both expect this lemon tree to taste extraordinary and it does – fresh , yes , and extraordinarily glowering !
The next daylight I discover something else as we take the air the locality . Too many masses permit their fruit go un - harvest here , just like at abode , where each fall I mourn the countless apples left to rot around our rural area .
Grapefruits and oranges molder on trees and drop to the land ; a fresh , free , nutritious harvest snuff it to dissipation . I ’m dismayed , thinking of starving children in Africa , the price of citrus tree at dwelling , the vanishing water fed to those fruit trees in this desert surround . Worse , I know I ’ve been hangdog of consume good food myself .
Why does our culture upkeep so picayune about something so important to life ?
When friends of my parents , snow bunting fly northwards again , kindly provide to let us pluck from their prolific backyard orchard , we leap at the luck . We ’re greeted by delightful grapefruit the size of softballs , glowing stinker and orange .
Growing on tree . Can you conceive that ?
Happy Earth Day ! ( Hey , how about planting a tree to celebrate?)~ Cherie
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