A very early post today, because we're having our Leaving Los Angeles party this evening, and that seems a fatally likely circumstance in, or after, which one could forget to post... leaving Los Angeles, alas, means Leaving the Orange Tree, which, whether hanging with fruit or with blossom, is the most wonderful thing to come upon at the top of the stairs leading up to the house. For someone based on the east coast (let alone coming from England), oranges are still a super-exotic thing to have growing (an avocado tree might be even more so - I remember seeing one of those in Riverside, at Ruth ap Roberts' house, the first time I ever came to California - I don't know what I thought avocados grew on, but that was a close to hallucinatory experience).
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