Monday, January 31, 2011


Just now I stepped outside to pick a Meyer lemon for my tea. I twisted the fruit to break its stem away from the tree, and the perfume rose up in the chilly night air. How did I get here? I'm always wondering that. It's a good way to live, that wonder.

1 comment:

  1. Oh my, you picked a lemon off a tree. Sometimes it's hard to remember that there are even leaves out there.