The Little Red Hen Picked Oranges

We harvested our oranges last month.  And when I say "we", I mean only Q and I.  I waited all day for the big kids to get home, figuring that for sure they would want to help.  Only to find that in fact, they cared very little about the adventure of growing fruit right in our very own backyard.  So Q and I did it ourselves and we had fun too.  We picked them and stacked them and took silly pictures and laughed.  I thought about making all sorts of orange yumminess like smoothies, fresh-squeezed orange juice and juice pops and not giving them any.  I dreamed of quoting the Little Red Hen back to them.  But I shared in the end, because I'm nice like that, and because those beautiful oranges were so stunningly delicious and I wanted them to appreciate my efforts.  Which they did.  I'm hoping this year that my lime tree produces a crop.  And I would like to plant a pomegranate tree.  That would be nice.  Then I would have the beginnings of a fruit salad in the back yard with the grapes, oranges, limes and pomegranates.  

 

Oranges are so pretty.  And they smell so good.

Dennis graced us with his presence for two seconds.  

And pretended to be a fruit vampire.  I wonder if he'll ever get his two front teeth again.