My little orange tree has a home now.
My tree also has a name. I was discussing tree names with my mom (who may slowly be realizing that baby trees are the only thing I’ll be naming for a long time), and she had a pretty darn good name idea.
It’s a self-fertilizing tree, so I thought the name should be gender-neutral. I don’t want to force my little orange tree into one gender — I’m a new-age tree parent.
My tree’s name is Simpson. You know…like O.J. Simpson. It amused me. Not that it takes much to amuse me.
In three years, everyone can come over to my house for an orange party. Save the date!