Our orange tree is full of ripe oranges, with new little green ones coming in and needing space. Being the kind of person who has trouble growing weeds, I don't question this. I just thank the universe and pick the oranges. These oranges are juicy and goo-ood. Two-syllable good.
Some people can take 'em or leave 'em.
Other people only leave 'em when they're interrupted by predato--uh, larger people. But it's okay. We have enough.
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