I grew up in the country and live in a city. Growing up, we had blueberry, raspberry, and elderberry bushes, along with four gnarled old apple trees. Moving to a large city, what I missed most about home was all of the green - the trees, the flowers, and the fruit trees.
Several years ago, I was lucky enough to move into an old bungalow on a modest city lot. The previous owners had planted an orange tree; the fruit that comes off that particular tree is unbelievably sweet. So, needing to improve the landscaping, which was composed primarily of strewn rock and sad-looking grass, we hired a company to plant fruit trees. Most of the trees and bushes planted were unfamiliar to my Northern sensibilities - pomegranates, grumichamas, Cherry of the Rio Grande, lychee, and passion fruit. A few of them remind me of home - blueberries and blackberries. Either way, with the advent of spring, these trees are starting to bear fruit and I am starting to feel like less of a stranger to the city.
|Blueberry bushes, with small green fruits|
|Flowering blackberry bushes|
|The very showy passion-fruit flower|