I’m in the process of trying to get an orange tree for our backyard.
I’ve been obsessed with orange trees ever since I smelled yummy, fragrant, orange blossoms at the tulip field.
Yes, there really was a giant orange tree planted right in the middle of the tulips.
This is ORANGE County, after all.
The blossoms smelled so beautiful, I could hardly stand it.
I’ve rarely stopped thinking about orange trees ever since.
(Don’t you wish you were married to me??)
Photo: Orange tree surrounded by tulips.
By the way, I don’t like orange juice. I never have.
This all makes sense, right?
I’m trying to figure out where to put another tree, because we really don’t have space left in our backyard. We have a long-time friend who designs the yards/landscapes of very rich people/celebrities in Orange County. I called and asked him if he could stop by one night soon for a beer – and maybe help me pick a good spot for an orange tree while he’s drinking it. (He’s a very good friend, and he’s put up with odder requests from me over the years.)
I know orange trees need a lot of sun. That’s the problem – I’m running out of sunny spots.
We already have a lemon tree. It’s blossoming right now and you can even see its first lemon of the season. It looks like a baby lime right now, but as it grows and ripens it will turn yellow.
Photo: Lemon tree blossoms and baby lemon!
We used to have a lot of flower beds and also a vegetable and herb garden too. (I can’t garden with just my left arm. It saddens me greatly.)
In other, unrelated news, my son had a great 17th birthday over the weekend.
He’s played acoustic guitar for awhile now and really, really, really, wanted an electric guitar for his birthday.
(And also … cheesecake!)
We went to a HUGE guitar store to look around.
iPhone photo: Guitars in every color!!
We ended up getting him a “beginning” set-up with an electric guitar, and a mini-amplifier.
It’s amazing how high the prices go on guitars! (Kind of like cameras, I guess?)
He wanted a white guitar, and we found one in the right price range so that’s what he got.
He has not stopped smiling since.
He is one VERY happy 17 year old.
I tried to talk him into getting a banjo instead (because I think banjos are cool). He suggested, if I like banjos that much, maybe I should ask for one for MY birthday.
I suppose he’s got a point?
(He didn’t like the hot-pink furry guitar strap I picked out either!)
Also, when I suggested this guitar – he just laughed:
iPhone photo: A psychedelic guitar.
I wish I were older.
I would have made the greatest hippie if only I’d had the opportunity!
P.S. My house is very LOUD now.
P.P.S. I played acoustic guitar for years. Now, I just like to look at all the pretty guitars!
P.P.P.S. I once dated a drummer and he had really nice arms. (Is that relevant?)