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.