Not being a farm girl myself, I'm not sure I'm using the term "harvest" correctly, but I think I might be. Who knows. But either way, the oranges are ready.
If you've been following along, you might remember that when we moved in, we thought, cool, a big tree in the backyard. And then a few weeks later, we were all like, hmm, something's growing on the tree. They're little and green and what could they be? Turns out they're oranges. About eleventy thousand of them. For real. There are just so many oranges.
They've been falling off the tree for a few weeks now and we've been ignoring them, playing catch around the oranges, sometimes stepping on the mushy ones for fun. But that was only the kids.
And then yesterday, Josh announced that it was orange picking day. And so it was orange picking day.
And now we have so many oranges in the dining room, we can rent a stand at a farmer's market.
Or we can slice the oranges and dry them in our dehydrator and use them for Tu B'Shvat projects. Which is kind of what we're going to do with a bunch of them in school on Thursday. It worked out well when your husband is the school principal.
And since it takes 8 hours to dehydrate them and there are many many oranges, I better get started.
Next Up: A Gazillion Dried Orange Slices.
Are you a Mom?
Of course you are,
your shirt is dirty :)