Look at him now!
Maybe it’s dumb to be so proud of the *one* orange my patio tree yielded, but if you knew what that poor tree endured over the summer, you’d be elated, too. lmao My youngest son? Has systematically removed *all* of the tiny little oranges that began on that tree. Except for the one. Why? I have no clue. I think we’ve finally gotten it into his head that the trees need to be left alone, but during the process he (very slyly, I might add) picked off every. Single. Orange. Except this one. I don’t get it? Is this the prodigal orange? Meant for greatness? Is this supposed to be like the orange of Eden? Not to be partaken of? I don’t know. It baffles me why he left this, the biggest fruit on the tree, when all of the tiny baby oranges disappeared one by one. I get that my kid is a ball fanatic, and baby oranges *could* look like little balls, but this, the big one, the more “play with me” sort of sized orange was left alone. It IS a mystery. But, then, the other day the orange must have been ready to be freed of it’s pedestal, freed from its “chosen orange” status. Because it just dropped off the tree all on its own. Today is the day I cut into this precious little fruit. Should I share it with the kid that spared it’s life? I think I just might.