The New Orange Tree
On our first day in our new house, I went outside to pick a few oranges from the large tree in our yard. The gardener told me, in Spanish, that the oranges were no good. Long time ago, someone had planted the wrong type of orange tree for this area. Navel oranges don't grow well here. The oranges are very sour. So there we were with a large tree that drops it's oranges on the ground for us to pick up and put with the compost pile. Seems silly, so we talked with Sergio and he got us a juice orange tree from Colima. Large enough to be able to give us oranges soon. He and his team of children came to take down the old orange tree. Another interesting event. Sergio had a chain saw on a long stick, so he could cut down the branches. He and the kids chopped them into pieces that could be dragged out. Then it was dig, chop, dig, chop ... until they could get the tree trunk out. Now he's coming back with good dirt and the new tree.
The tree is here!
As promised, the tree arrived and got planted. Gary and I came home from a shopping trip to find a large tree in the area outside our gate and a man watching over it. By the time we opened the gate, Sergio and a group of interested neighborhood children had arrived. The men carried in the very heavy tree and set about getting it planted. The children watched. I got to meet these delightful kids, Team Curtis, as we call them now. They say hello when we pass in the street ... knock on the gate to see if I need help ... and have volunteered to help paint a mural on the outside wall. Shy but sweet.