Remembering a story

Whenever I see a citrus tree in a garden, I remember going from Germany to Australia in 1971.  On the ship, I met another German named Klaus; he was with his wife, an Australian from Melbourne, on his way to relocate there. Early on in their relationship, he was staying at her parent's house, and one day her mother asked Klaus to go to the backyard to get her a lemon.  After a while, he came back and said he could not find the box with the lemons. He was then told that they were hanging on the tree, unlike in Germany.
We are house sitting for our friends Sandy and Lon, and they have lots of citrus and avocado trees, which I love going down to harvest.

Avocados like grapes: how many you can find?

Lemons all year round

Grapefruit almost ready to pick

Then there are the blood orange trees, and that is what we are using today.

This is an amazing fruit, very sweet and colorful

Then there is the enjoyment of the squeeze. 

We have made it

After spending the last hours in the US with Mom before Barbara drove us to Reno, from where we left at 3PM and spend the next 25 or so hours on the road and in the air, so to speak.

Patricia & Mom still working

I did help Barbara harvest some of here grapes  before leaving

Slightly tired but very happy we made it to the other side of the pond and arrived in the early morning hours in OZ.

View of Sydney from the Manly Ferry.

The weather is just about the same as it was when we left CA, so I put my shorts and flip flops on again. This time we tried out to find our own way from the airport and it worked just fine, first we went by train to the harbor, then by ferry to Manly and from there we took a bus to Narrabeen.
Now the last thing before resting I write this, as promised to some of you the readers.
This is it for today.