The citrus is tucked away for the winter. I'll worry about them the entire time. I heat the greenhouse with a propane heater and backup electric heater, but alas, the propane will run out and/or a terrible bout of cold will descend, and they will get nipped (or even worse). And that is with me tending it. With my husband watching over it, well, I am definitely worried this winter. The plants are my pride and joy.
My cup runneth over this year with my tangerines. I just sent my last one with my baby granddaughter, Penny Lane. She was here for the weekend and loved them. They are just the sweetest ever. So good.
These are some of my oranges. They are turning early this year. Well, I guess not.
Some of my ruby red grapefruit.
My Buddha's Hand citron. The oldest known cultivated citron, the smell is of heaven. Truly a perfume like no other. It is used for the rind and candied.
And of course, this is always a result of the move. Twice a year, it causes quite a row with my husband. He throws a hissy fit moving them. They do have large, long thorns and I planted them in large pots. Hey, I thought more fruits, but the plants grew very large and heavy and we have to use a hand truck to move them. I didn't know. I asked a local nursery if they wanted the huge ones and they said no. I couldn't believe it. My ponderosa lemon is from stock that was from a 150 year old tree.
But, the reward is great. This one didn't get far. Truly sweet as tangerine honey. And, if I get a chance to find someone to build a custom greenhouse at the city house, most, but the largest trees, will be coming with me.
I need to add that most of my stock came from Logee's Greenhouse in Connecticut. They are a huge nursery and you should check out their catalog or go online. They have so much. Last year I grew ginger and turmeric.