Picking Oranges

Picking Oranges
told by
Kim Barnett
When we would go visit Aunt Betty and Uncle Johnson in Florida, the first day Uncle J would like to take you for a ride and let you see all the orange groves. I was fascinated to see so many of them! I knew they existed … but GEEZ! He would always cut through one of the groves and let you see them close. He asked me if I would like to pick a fresh orange right from the tree. Well, I thought that sounded fantastic, being an orange juice and what I called fresh orange fan. This was going to be as fresh as you can get! I got out of the jeep and Uncle J said “here, let me take a picture for you to show everyone”. I said “SURE!” and handed him my camera and posed for a picture of me picking an orange. After getting back in the jeep, he drove for a bit and then stopped and pointed at this sign by the grove. He had a huge grin on his face. This should have been my hint that something was amiss … the sign said it was a federal offense to pick any of the oranges from the groves and violators would be prosecuted. My eyes were wide and my mouth fell open … I turned to look at Uncle J and he was laughing. He said “And I have a picture to prove it!” Yep, miss that man.
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