Meditative Prose
Friday, 19 December 2008
Photo by Muffet
A month or so ago, Sarah and I were grocery shopping and decided on a whim to get a crate of clementines. If you’ve never had the pleasure, a clementine is a little citrus fruit, like a small orange but sweeter, and usually seedless. They are like little balls of sunshine in the Vermont winter, completely satisfying in every detail, from the way the peel separates so readily from the flesh, to the perfectly bite-sized segments, to the size — just right for a snack at any time of day, or you can make a meal of two of them.
Since that fateful day, we have happily gone through a crate per week, and my life has been about 10% better because of these magical little fruits. I dread the day, probably in the next couple of weeks, when we’ll go to the market and they won’t be there. But let’s not speak of it yet.
