Oranges

I have a miniature orange tree that we bought on our honeymoon.  This year the tree will be 43 years old.  It's not just a small orange tree.  Its oranges are the size of a small superball and bitter as anything.  The tree is now taller than me, and I'm five foot four or thereabouts.
It was too big for the windowsill in the winter.  So it spent winter in the basement under a light.  In summer it was outside.  When the sons were old enough to hang out downstairs the tree seemed to do better as if it liked the companionship.
The boys would gather and play video games and one boy, in particular would be poked.  When he'd look, he'd discover that it was the tree poking him.  So the tree would be shifted back, they'd start to play again and the kid would get poked again. Eventually the boys had to shift positions because the tree wouldn't behave.
Fast forward.. the sons each have a crowded room int he basement with no room for the orange tree.  Upstairs it came located near the front window, where I hoped it would get enough sun.
Fast forward some more and.... yep... house fire.
It was cold.  It was February and the firemen had chain saws and what not.  Walls were cut into, the front window broken.  There was water and vile yellow smoke like something from Hell.  The basement was a loss.  Contents stank of wet and that vile, yellow smoke.
As things were winding up, I noticed that the tree was hanging out of the window.  No.  That's not quite correct.  It looked as if it were reaching outside of the window trying to breathe.  The tree was not close enough to the window so that the branches would have come out when the glass was broken.  It's pot was upright and not tilted so maybe the trunk bent somehow.  No.  It was upright when the fireman carried it out of the house.  (They wouldn't let us take anything but my purse and the tree and those the fireman carried out.
I know that trees don't move.  That they don't reach out to purposely poke someone or to lean out for fresh air but the orange tree did.  Maybe the house Angels hang out in it.  I don't know.  I only know what happened as strange as it seems.
Marmalade anyone?