An Orange Story

While everyone is bringing you a new year, new me, resolution, and or retrospective recap of the year, I'm bringing you an orange post. Because lets face it, I'm not one to keep resolutions nor one to advise you on how to keep them. And while I do plan to make some changes, they are basic changes, you know the typical be more active/eat better/get organized. Hopefully one of those sticks!

Now, on to my orange post!

My neighbor has an orange tree. In the 7 1/2 years that I have lived in our home, their orange tree has finally given a crop that has overflown to our side. Previous years we would have one or two oranges fall over and by the time they hit the floor they would be rotted. I believe they're navel oranges, some have the obvious belly button look but others do not.   From the initial sign of their tree creeping over to our side, I've been keeping my eye on it and babying it, scaring away spiders and anything that would take over my oranges. Finally this month my oranges were ready to be plucked and eaten! I think the heavy rain we had last year played a key role in this years crop, because, oh my these are delicious! I've never been one to crave an orange until now. Don't get me wrong I like them, but the of juiciness and sweetness of these are on another level. Anyway, enough orange talk, lets move on to orange photographs! 

Below is a picture of the oranges that crept over to our side, these two photos were taken with my iphone. 

A Memory

It's funny how you can be minding your business living life and something small can trigger a memory. A memory that can bring joy yet sadness at the same time. It's not that you ever stop thinking of a loved one that is no longer here but you learn to live without them. You learn to cope and live life with a giant hole in your heart. So when something reminds you of the loved one and the loss you feel, its hard to hold it together. You slowly speak with a ball of emotions at your throat while holding back the tears. You learn to do this, but will it ever end? I doubt it. I mean, as long as you are walking around with a giant hole in your heart that will never be complete the memories will always be bitter sweet. 

My dad use to like orange marmalade. He would tell us that his grandmother would heat up a flour tortilla and add a thin layer of mayonnaise and orange marmalade. We would all say yuck, and he would say we had to try it. I never did. 

Winter Blooms

 

 

 

When I think of winter I think of dry bare trees, making the city look old and dirty. But if you look closely you'd be surprised to find beautiful bright flowers that spruce up the city. To be honest when I was younger I would never take time to notice these beautiful trees or smell the roses. So one day I finally decided to take notice.

 

Everyday I go to work I pass a factory that has white trees lining their parking lot and in one corner a big orange tree. So one warm Saturday I finally decided to stop and take a closer look. I fell in love with the colors, flowers and size of these trees.  Now all I need to know, what are the names of these beautiful trees?