Citrus trees in my neighbourhood

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 While taking a regular walk, I began noticing bright yellow colours in my neighbourhood. It was the beginning of citrus season.

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In November 2020, weather in Southern Kanto was pretty mild, and trees became thick with citrus fruits. Some of the favourite fruits in our neighbourhood are bitter orange, yuzu, pomelo and kumquat. The bright yellow and orangne colours can be seen from the distant, simply lift up our spirits. Their sweet aroma are simply fabuous.

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There are many houses which grow citrus fruits in their gardens. It was such a pleasure to see trees very thick with bright yellow fruits. 

Some of neighbours enjoy harvesting the fruits. They share them among neighbours and friends.  

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