When we moved into our house just over 4 years ago, there was a straggly old orange tree in the garden, with the most lethal thorns. (It is a strange tree, a blend of orange and lemon) I wanted to cut it down, but Ivan was adamant about keeping it. He pruned it, fed it, watered it and slowly nursed it back to health.
Every year I have muttered!
This year we started to get a few oranges and finally yesterday, Ivan cut them all down. They are filled with pips, so we decided to juice them. What fun it was, to see the kids faces as we managed to get almost a litre of freshly squeezed juice. It is strong and so amazing. Not filled with sugar and preservatives, just fresh orange juice.
A glass this morning was delicious, although it was too strong for everyone except Elizabeth and I, the big orange juice drinkers.
From now on I will keep my mouth shut, and help with the watering and feeding and maybe next year, we can enjoy even more oranges.
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