Recent blog posts have featured my new orange tree. I really like the tree and wanted to give it a name. My suggestion was Trader Joe. My mom thought this was a stupid name. (She probably didn’t use the term stupid, but it was implied.)
My mom suggested the name Simpson (as in O.J.). I thought this was better than Trader Joe, so I obliged.
However…the little tree didn’t seem to bond with its name. I’d call out “Simpson!” and it didn’t even shake a leaf. That’s not a good sign.
Then, my brilliant friend Stacey suggested the name Julius (as in Orange Julius). The tree LOVED that name. I called out “Julius!” and the tree wet its container from the excitement and joy of the name. (Ok…I may have watered the tree while I tested out the name…but still.)
I asked Stacey to be Julius’ godmother. If something happens to me, she’d be responsible for raising young Julius in a stimulating, citrus-y environment.