Tiz the seaon…
8 March 2008 - 2 אדר ב' 5768 by Huw
Kumquats have come to ripen in Sacramento.
Into the backpack they went. Pop. Off the tree. Slip. Into the backpack. Pop. Pop. Pop. Another tug at the limbs. Slip. Slip. One dropping out of my hand, bouncing off the ground, rolling away and catching the attention of a passerby who may have began to wonder about that kumquat and the tree itself. Or not.
I long for kumquats and the other fresh citrus tastiness of California.
(Props to Elise.)


