#I have azajar earrings and a necklace
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Oranges are a symbol of love no you cannot change my mind I will not be taking questions
My abuelita, who understood and cared for plants so instinctively it was like breathing had this 20 foot tall orange tree. She drip watered it with a hose for three hours every other day during the summer. It produced the biggest sweetest oranges - so so many of them too. I have never had oranges like those except from her tree. The only oranges that even come close are the ones grown by my tias and my cousin. I guess we know how to grow citrus. Only the women in the family are gardeners like my abuelita
So I live far away from where I grew up now and my family brings me citrus and other fruit when they visit or they ship it to me. You could grow anything you wanted there and it would be huge and taste amazing. I’m really picky about my produce because of it. I have one last orange from the package I got for Christmas and I’ve been saving it. Probably too long but it still smells fragrant and I know it’s going to taste like home
#oranges mean love#don’t even get me started on peeling an orange for someone#we cut ours into rounds with the segments radiating out like sunbeams#I cut them the way my abuelo showed me#giving someone a plate of sliced oranges is such a symbol of love#and then there’s the flowers#I have azajar earrings and a necklace#there was a lot of citrus imagery in my wedding#plants and gardening and food are such meaningful ways of communicating tbh#misadventures of a young potato
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