On Saturday morning we paid tribute to our orange tree as we drank our last glasses of fresh juice for this year*. As well as fresh juice every day since the middle of January, we have frozen juice (a rather large number of oranges came down in a storm), two big batches of marmalade, shade, a wonderful fragrance from the orange blossom, a home for nesting birds and oxygen. What wonderful things trees are.
*Just like an ageing rock band, it turns out Saturday wasn’t really the farewell tour. As we sat on the bench on Saturday afternoon I spotted two oranges that David had missed. And then a third fell from the tree overnight. So our last glasses of juice were actually drunk on Sunday. But, just like an ageing rock band returning to the stage because they are a bit short of dosh post ‘retirement’, it wasn’t quite as good so we are still counting Saturday as the grand farewell.