I must confess to stealing a fruit from a Chinese Bitter Orange tree on a South Carolina plantation many years ago. I need to bare my soul of picking the little citrus and stuffing it into my bra.
I forgot about this stolen cargo until late that night, as I was changing my clothes the shriveled little fruit fell out and rolled across the floor.
Why I felt the need to steal seeds from such a mean little tree is beyond me. I think I was impressed by its long, sharp thorns.
Now I have two mean trees of my own. With equally long and strong thorns.
No fruit yet.
Such is the live of a plant addict. A pinch here…a pick there…
Stashing precious cargo in pockets and undergarments.
Such are the crimes of the afflicted.
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A friend told me he tried to make marmalade from these oranges..it dissolved the interior of the pan it was in and he had to throw the pan away!
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Oh my, Queen. Thanks for the warning.
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enjoyed this tiny tale laved with humor —
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I am glad to spread joy.
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ooops ‘laced’–
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Ha, if you asked, they probably would have given you a fruit to take with you. I’ve asked to take seeds before and was encouraged to do so. One never knows!
That thorny plant if planted beneath windows would be a great deterrent to burglars!
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It is tge meanest I have ever seen.
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