When we were younger, we would go mikan picking. Mikans are small, seedless Japanese citrus fruit akin to tangerines. I loved how the loose rind came off so easily. I could pick, peel and pig out right under the tree. By the time we left the orchard, our face and hands would be sticky from the juice that escaped our mouth.
I was reminded of these sweat trips when my dad came over to pick our citrus
for with us. I’m not sure which variant of tangerine we have. They are sweat, but every once in awhile a tad bit tart and have seeds. These two slight cons don’t stop me from gnawing on these yummy treats.
So we started a line: Dad was up on the ladder while C made sure it was steady. I was doing quality assurance to make sure they were ready to be picked.
In the end, we were able to get two full Target bags before we stopped. So full they were brimming over and the handles were about to snap off. We would have picked more, but we didn’t know what to do with all of the fruit.
I don’t know how many times I can say how lucky we were that the previous homeowners were fruit loving people. In the next few weeks some of the other fruit should be coming in since the other trees already have blossoms.