My Orange Tree, Rant Of The Day Blog Article Written By Jenn D Real
My Orange Tree, Rant Of The Day Blog Article Written By Jenn D Real
The Orange Tree
When I first moved in, the orange tree in the backyard looked tired. A handful of leaves, a handful of fruit, and a whole spider metropolis hidden in the branches. It felt like the tree was still deciding whether to trust me. Honestly, I was doing the same.
But I’m nothing if not persistent. So I started watering it with intention. Not just the ground—every branch, every leaf—moving the hose from top to bottom, side to side. And yes, I talked to the tree while I did it. I’ve been told speaking to living things helps them grow. Maybe it helps me grow, too.
Somewhere in that routine, the spiders packed their bags and moved on. The tree perked up, just a little. I kept going. One summer afternoon, lost in my watering ritual, I even managed to accidentally spray my neighbor through the slats of the fence. I didn’t see him, he didn’t see it coming, and I nearly washed a human out of the backyard. Fortunately, he laughed. I apologized. The tree pretended not to notice.
This year, the branches are heavy with fruit. More oranges than I’ve ever seen on this tree. Bright, round, glowing like tiny suns. They taste better, too—sweeter, richer, alive.
It feels like the tree and I reached an understanding:
if you show up and care for something even if it is one that can’t speak back, it will find a way to answer.
Last year was sparse.
This year is abundant.
And the difference isn’t luck.
It’s relationship.
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