Kinds of Honey

Clementines are one of my favorite things about winter. A sweet orange little gift in the midst of snow and root vegetables. They’re one of my “you can’t get it locally, anyway” splurges, joining coffee and chocolate and tea as a thing-to-not-go-without.

I give thanks for the hands in warmer climates that carefully plucked these from the tree. I don’t know the people whose hands have carried this fruit. I hope my dollars reach well, and fairly, back into their lives. What is due, after all, for such a gift?

Supposedly it is possible to grow clementines in colder zones if you move the trees indoors during the winter. These, and lemons, must become a part of my garden. Soon enough. Happy to have big windows in this little apartment.

Good sweetness. Good, dark Lady Jane Grey. Good sunshine.

Good day. All.