ninnymary
Garden Master
Bay, my neighbor has a kumquat tree and is always giving me kumquats. But none of us like them so I just smile and say thank you. I then take them inside into my compost bucket.When I was a little child, my Daddy found a tiny peach tree at a dump. He dug it up, took it home and we planted it. It grew. He never pruned it and the branches draped to the ground, making a hollow near the trunk, perfect for a little girl and her best friend. I have memories of sitting near the trunk, picking a fresh peach and eating it. The juice ran down my arms and dripped off my elbows. Birds lit in the branches, singing and entertaining us. We were hidden under that peach tree, our own little space.
When I was older, we lived in Houston. Our backyard was ringed with shrubs, grapefruit, kumquats and pyracantha. Those kumquats were the best! The skins were sweet, the pulp inside was tart. I want a kumquat tree!
Mary