Tangerine Dreams Grove

I wish I could say that's it, the whole story, Voila!!!, now I'm happily living in the city, dropping by to admire my grove every so often, and raking in the money selling satsumas by the carload.  I overlooked the part where trees have to get from little one-foot stalks with a couple of leaves on the top to those big, lush, glorious trees covered with fruit. 

Greetings!  Welcome to my dream…

Well, it may seem small at first glance, as dreams go.  I grew up in this small crook of the woods in Cottondale, Florida, in the typical 1950’s small farmer’s family, where the land we lived on had been parcelled out and handed down among the heirs of my great-great-grandfather’s 1873 homestead parcel.