Most folks will tell you that citrus trees thrive in a tropical climate full of sun, sand, and balmy weather. Most folks would also agree that my small homestead, hunkered down at the edge of the Ozark Mountains and built to withstand yearly temperature swings ranging from -17F to 112F, doesn't quite fit that description. However, I've never been one to let reality ruin my fun.
I've been cultivating these trees for a few years now, and so far I've managed to not only keep them alive, but this past summer, I actually coaxed one of them into doing this...
Summer temperatures in Missouri, heat and humidity combined, tend to mimic tropical conditions. This makes a perfect match for growing citrus, and my container grown trees henceforth love spending the summer months outdoors.
With the trees lounging by the pergola, soaking up the summer sun, and swaying in the sultry breeze, it was only natural for them to bloom. And bloom they did. The sweet aroma filled the air and quickly reeled me in. I became addicted to that heady scent, and I spent more time standing beneath the pergola sniffing the lemon blossoms this summer than I did tending to the vegetable patch. I'm easily distracted...I've come to accept that.
Hmm. Basking in the winter sunlight sounds like a wonderful idea. I'm pretty sure that's how I'll be spending the rest of this year--lounging in the greenhouse, soaking up the bright rays of sunshine as they filter through those old window panes, and reveling in the intoxicating scent of glorious citrus blossoms. What a way to live! And what a way to say goodbye to days gone by, and embrace the days to come. It's a citrus celebration--of sorts.
I'll see you next year--until then, you know where to find me.
P.S. The door is always open. Hint, hint, my friends.