When I was a little girl, the orange groves started disappearing. They were leveled to make way for condos and strip malls, but we didn't really mind because we had orange trees in our yard--and we had Orange Blossom Groves.
A regular part of my routine-with-grandma was a stop by the Orange Blossom Groves for fresh-squeezed orange juice, a peek at the conveyor belt, and orange ice cream made from real fruit. All the way up through high school I'd stop there for ice cream.
RIP, Orange Blossom Groves. Now kids in Pinellas County will get to grow up with California oranges, get to taste fruit that is bred for longevity, for length of preservation, and not for sweetness. No more fresh orange ice cream for them.
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