Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Where the Bike Lanes are Paved with Oranges

In the middle of the harvest time, the leftovers litter yards, ditches, and roads. Boxes of oranges, grapefruit, and lemons sit at the curb waiting for pickup. It's all postscript, coda to the yearlong song of blossom and growth, as well as prelude, preamble, preface: in a few weeks, when the blossoms pop, the early evenings (growing in heat) will be saturated with citrus blossom perfume, and my head will go all crazy.

The irrigation ditches are drained for cleanup just in time to be filled with downer citrus


  1. I get to see carrots, sugar beet, onions and beetroot on the country lanes I cycle along.

    1. That's good, I guess the hedgehogs and foxes have to eat, too!


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