It is officially orange season!

When we arrived in La Josefina in early July, we found ourselves in a magical land of mossy trees laden with delicious, ripe, green oranges, which we gorged on for weeks. I am not kidding; some days, we ate five or six apiece. They were Brynna's first favorite Ecuadorian fruit and Dillon's first knife/machete challenge. I first wrote about them here. 

When the seemingly endless orange supply petered out in late August, we were assured that a second harvest would occur in November. We anticipated the next batch with baited breath and were all disappointed when there were just a few fruits on the trees by Thanksgiving.

But . . . while we have been gallivanting and adventuring, cheating on our oranges with other tropical fruits like cacao, naranjilla, and maracuyá, our sweet orange trees have been busy. I am happy to announce that it is officially orange season in La Josefina again! The trees are literally dripping with oranges -- delectable, juicy, sweet-with-the-perfect-amount-of-tart oranges. And are we are, once again, feliz. 

Luckily, Dillon has both mastered the spiral peel AND is more than happy to do it endlessly, thereby providing us with infinite oranges: oranges to chupar, oranges to juice, oranges to make scones, oranges oranges, and more mouthwatering oranges.

Just yesterday, Dillon and his friend Max, who is visiting with his mom and sister, joyfully used a long gancho to pick 20+ oranges from our front yard. We threw them into a bag and were off on a walk to one of our favorite swimming holes. 

Enough oranges for at least two apiece? Check.  Red knife to peel them with? Check.  Delicious post-swim snack for all? Check!


                                                                                                                            

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  1. AnonymousApril 27, 2023 at 10:03 PM

    A fun thing on any tropical vacation for us is to discover the citrus fruit that is particular to that locale, there are sooooo many varieties. FB

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