Oranges being processed, Parkesville, Florida. Photo by Mark A. Brown
My father-in-law, John, took us to a secret stash of his … off Thonotossassa Road, about ten miles outside Ybor City. We parked the rental car and entered a worn-out looking yard, ragged with rotten limbs, mossy sand and fire-ant piles. Dormant on the surface, teeming within, a fire-ant pile appears harmless from even inches away. Kick off the sand, though, to find a hotbed. The fruit hanging from the tree was green in spots, not the Da-Glo orange the supermarket aisles had trained me on.