In my garden, I have a very scrawny orange tree that I have long ignored. There are no large handsome fruit on this tree. Sometimes medium in size but mostly small, they are marked, often mis-shapen and never reach that glorious vibrant color that is so appealing. I can’t tell when they are ripe until they fall to the grass below, where they looked even less edible.
Times have changed. As I have isolated, I have become less critical. Each day now, I eagerly go out to see what my tree has for me. I am running out of some foods, but my Vitamin C is always there. There’s a lesson there for me, isn’t there?
ElderChicks 
Could they be clemintines?small oranges ,easy to peel. Using oranges might be what the tree needs.
Yes, I think so. This forced isolation helps me see things I’ve missed otherwise. Same with doing and feeling and thinking. Like a big time out from our usual lives.
Isn’t it wonderful to find something, long neglected, can still bear sweet fruit? Like relationships with old friends. Isolation can coax us into picking up, not just fruit off a tree, but the phone, and calling an old friend.