Orange Blossoms in the rain. The aroma is overwhelming, visions of oranges dancing in my mind. Reminds me of the first year this tree finally blossomed. My youngest son comes running in the house saying, "Momma, I brought you flowers". I hugged him, placed them in water and thought what's one more year waiting for oranges. The tree is covered in orange blossoms more than enough to pick and bring to Momma. Alas, little boys grow up and teenagers don't pick flowers like 4 years.