All navel orange trees come originally from this tree. For the palm trees behind, see Ed Dorn, "Palms, Victory, Triumph, Excellence"
That's a smudge pot. See Jack Spicer, Six Poems for Poetry Chicago 1:
In Riverside we saved the oranges first (by smudging) and left
the lemons last to fend for themselves. They didn't usually
A no good crop. Smudge-pots
Didn't rouse them.
See also Diane Wakoski's Smudging.
This is how you get there.