Maybe it's because I'm from an area where it snows and people ice fish in the winter. I have a cherry tree in the back yard and grew up with apple trees. We live less than a mile from an apple orchard where we get our apples. While I like apple and cherry trees and love the fruit, they do not have mystique. Citrus trees have mystique to this son of the rust belt. The Rockefeller Park greenhouse has a couple of dwarf lime trees, but the ground crew dig them up in the early fall and bring them into the greenhouse. I know intellectually that citrus trees in someone's back yard is no different than my cherry tree. But emotionally I am always thrilled like a little kid seeing citrus trees growing just about everywhere when we visit southern California. Annie took Pat and I to a city park where the remnants of a once vast orchard are preserved. We take fall visitors to apple orchards to pick apples.