February 03, 2009
In my living room
Longtime readers will remember that I have an orange tree in my living room, a tree planted from seed by Shaggy Hair Boy when he was small. It's got glossy green leaves and awkward branches that stick out in all directions, and I have to keep pruning it when the branches scrape the ceiling. I find paper airplanes stuck in the branches sometimes, and Boy in Black is always knocking leaves off when he practices with his light saber.
Yes, there are times when I wonder, "Why the hell do we have this tree in our living room?" Our living area is already crowded -- with a piano, a keyboard, a drum set, seven guitars, and several amps. We have an oak bench that is usually piled with laptops and books and sheet music. We barely have room for the couch. But still, the tree is a living thing, part of the household, and most days, I like having all that glossy green to remind me that spring will eventually come.
This year, in a surprise move, the orange tree started bearing fruit. Not just one orange, but clusters of fruit, green balls that dangled like ornaments at Christmas time. They've been dropping prematurely and aren't really big enough to be very juicy, but they are turning colour after they drop, giving us a glimpse of orange on a winter day.
Posted by jo(e)