me voici…w. the mother of all colds..At present, I am a giant sack of fluid, dripping from almost every orifice and surrounded by sweaty, pallid skin.
Having lived in the NE or Mid. Atlantic all my life, where fruit comes from the market or Harry & Daves and does not grow on trees, I think that quizm’s answer makes sense.The folks living in LA, AZ, N.Mexico, should know. Can’t they simply walk out into their back yards and pick oranges and lemons (says the bells of St. Clemens.)
Ben’s sister sent me a box of lemons from LA in April once; picked in her backyard, she said.
Head aches too much to do research. Katchoo!