This year I must have done something right, because it had a lot of blossoms when I brought it in, which have transformed into perhaps three dozen oranges. Quite wonderful, I think. Later on when they start to fall, I'll get the grandkids to plant some of their seeds so they can have their own little tree.
This comes just after I read a very interesting social history of California, Trees in Paradise by Jared Farmer. The book tells the stories of four sorts of trees in the Golden State, the Sequoia, Eucalyptus, orange and palm. Farmer uses these as points of departure for a detailed, pretty rigorous account of California since 1850, and for reflections on how people have remade the landscape, for good (a bit) or for ill (mostly.)
I found the method particularly interesting because I'm currently struggling to organize the vast amount of material I've been collecting about concrete for my next book Rock of Ages: How Concrete Built the World as We Know It. Right now I'm wondering: Why not use the four elements the Ancients recognized--earth, fire, water and air--to tell this story?
To be continued...