Double bloom

For those new to my rambles,

 I will give a touch of insight.

While some might think it is merely filler,

 it is more a simple distraction.

One letting me grow comfortable,

  so I can finally get to the point.

I usually base my words on experiences.

 This might make some wonder.

Especially when I try to bring it all together.

 Part of the reason I say I ramble.

Believe it,

  or not,

  I am slowly getting to a point.

Living where I do,

 citrus trees are part of the yard.

Three orange trees,

  and a small lemon,

    each sharing their fruit.

Many do not realize,

 these trees are considered evergreens.

They always have green leaves,

  and weather permitting,

   produce fruit.

See?

 i am finally moving forward to the title.

This was an odd year in California.

 Because of weather conditions,

   we had a double bloom.

This means while fruit is already forming,

  the trees had a second blossom 

New fruit forming,

 while some is ripening.

Think about it.

Generations growing so close together.

  Each with its own flavor.

All because of a simple fluke of nature.

I pick a few lemons,

 since they have grown sweet,

  and I notice new flowers waiting to bloom.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I'm so damn thirsty for a glass of fresh-squeezed orange juice! *glug! glug! glug!* This is brilliant & I'm in complete awe of your tangled messages, about getting to the point & also the point itself. You make brilliance sound like it's coming from a bumbling simpleton. Very impressed & also jealous of your citrus! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Jon Roggie]

Make it to the inland in the next few months, and you can have as many oranges as you would like. I have fun writing like this. It feels like mixing a few stories, and you let the reader try to pick the themes. Another time Margie.
Jon

[Shannon]

Wow, I can see you and your path in the trees.

[Jon Roggie]

I should break down, and be ordained as a druid.

[Photochick]

I really love the different levels I see working here. Send me some lemons.

[Jon Roggie]

Sorry. They are not allowed the state lines.

[Train]

In this soil of he mine;s own gold I keep up the pace of farming and soil gold we are theirs the earth and the sand and the beautiful mind thaat conquers among nature's wonder.

[Jon Roggie]

I admit it. I googled your review. Now, I am disturbed. I was just doing one of my rambles!

[Train]

Nah man that s**t is for shables not rambles. I used to be a farmer once my mistake.

[Jon Roggie]

No worries. I was the son of the milkman.

[Train]

And the son of the labourer I was maybe laboured your milk before a man.