Since my daughter moved out of home, my household has shrunk. A yearly tradition brings us together | Nova Weetman

I wait each year for my cumquat tree to fruit. Then I make Mum’s jam It’s citrus season, and the trees of my streets are heavy with the bright balls of fruit. My son sometimes picks me a lemon or two on his way home from school, and I help myself to the basket of limes that hang from the fence of a nearby house. The potted plant on my balcony fruited early this season, and for weeks I watched as the hundreds of small green cumquats slowly ripened. I finally picked them when they were fattened w