It would drive you Easterners wild. In my almost-private courtyard is a huge orange tree, loaded with huge ripe oranges. And nobody picks 'em.
Most are too high for the senior residents to reach. So where does the kitchen staff get the oranges they serve in the dining room? The store. It is easier.
So these gorgeous oranges go to waste. They hang tantalizingly on the tree until they are too ripe to hold on. Then the fall into the courtyard, but it by then it is too late to enjoy them. The gardener scoops them up and throws them away
I enjoy the few I can reach fron my wheel chair. It is a treat to have an orange tree of my very own, for my personal use.
Envy me, I relish in it.