“Why don’t you go on west to California? There’s work there, and it never gets cold. Why, you can reach out anywhere and pick an orange. Why there’s always some kind of crop to work in. Why don’t you go there?” —Johnny Steinbeck, Grapes o’ Wrath.
It’s a schlep, people.
I have to get out of my lawn chair, walk all the way to the back of the yard, pick a half dozen lemons and limes from our dwarf trees, then walk all the way back to the kitchen, plug in the squeezer, slice and squeeze till my glass is half full, add soda water, and stagger back to my lawn chair.
I’m exhausted. Yet refreshed.
Danny Gregory 
Oh, Danny – my heart (located in the miserable north-east of England) bleed for you…
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Oboy, that’s funny! I’m in CA. and the gophers got my nectarine, orange, lemon, plum and fig trees. 😦 But I still have my huge pomegranate which possum’s now are enjoying. I’d sure love to get some of my own fruit.
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Yes, it’s a rough life!
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New York City misses you even though you have gone over to the dark side aka as the citrus corner 🙂
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Nicely drawn lemons and limes … looks like your glass is half full! Enjoy!
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So funny! Oh, yes, what a chore! Miss my dwarf trees from when we lived in CA! Enjoy, Enjoy!
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Hahaha! Truely awesome.. I’ll trade ya coconuts!
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Dayum! Life is HARD!!
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haaaaaa We should all have that kind of schlepping in our lives! I’m coming to YOUR yard.
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Its a rough life but somebody has to do it. 🙂
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what time for marguaritas? I got tequila, will travel!!! and by the way, boo hoo lucky bastard!
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Sounds like you are enjoying the fruits of your labour. Or maybe just the fruit. Either way it’s great. Cheers from foggy, citrus-free Vancouver.
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It snowed in Illinois today…I am envious! I’ll pretend I’m feeling that warm citrus skin and smelling its juice and zest. Enjoy, sunshine man! (-:
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Methinks you should get to work making limoncello. And invite us over. 🙂
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Sweet. Impressing. Depressing. Rain here. Must think of limoncello. And grapes. And forsake wrath. Good things come to those who sit in gardens. And can draw.
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L’ha ribloggato su Pittura1arte2disegno3e ha commentato:
Il Mondo poetico,un’oasi d’impareggiabile e d’ impalpabile malinconia…………..
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Hilarious.
Thanks for reminding me my life sucks. 😉
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Good for you! Love the imagery!
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The solution to this hard life is simple: Plant an orange tree next to your back door. Saves a lot of unnecessary walking.
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you are funny
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