An orange tree growing wild by the lake brought back lovely memories of childhood.
Our backyard was a citrus orchard and we'd make the trees our "homes" and play games in them all day. We never had to go in to lunch. We'd simply feast on oranges and mandarins picked fresh from the tree. Another memory, packing fruit. Mum would decide today was the day and rope us all in to pack a case of fruit to send off on the train to each of her four sisters scattered across the state. No breaking the skin as you picked the fruit or you were in big trouble. And an orange tree in fruit always has me quoting lines from John Shaw Neilson's poem, "The Orange Tree" learnt when I was at school,
" Listen! the young girl said. There calls
No voice, no music beats on me;
But it is almost sound: it falls
This evening on the Orange Tree."
Great combination of colours and great processing too. Thanks for sharing your memories. I have one orange tree in the garden and I really feast on its fruit when they are ready for collecting.
