#1
How can something so small represent an entire state? Aren’t oranges the fruit of Georgia? Or maybe it was Florida? Now that I am writing this…I cannot quite remember. The bumps and ridges on the peel do resemble a landmass, although I doubt it was planned as such. The sweet smell could be reminiscent of a setting, perhaps a perfume shop in New York or a farm in Mississippi. However, that was probably not pre calculated either. The taste could be from a bakery in Maryland. Perhaps a soap shop in downtown Leesburg. The world will never truly know what clementines were inspired by. Or perhaps the state instead was inspired by the fruit. Either way, oh my little clementine is is a sweet fizzy adventure, much like traveling the world. A world as round a the fruit itself.
#2
Hands reveal much about a person. The fact that this fruit does not fit snugly in mine is an interesting development. Does the size of my hand dictate my personality? My future? My fate? Fortune Tellers often look at the lines in one’s palm to determine their future. I wonder why. Do I have no control over my destiny? Is my fate set in stone through my hands? I doubt I’ll ever learn the answer to any of these questions. All I know is, the citrus fruit resting against my fingers is sweet and delicious, grown fresh from the farm we import our produce from. We ran out of fruit yesterday. I wish we had more. My lunches every day are not complete without them. Nor is my body complete without my hands, adorned with rings and bracelets large enough to rival the size of the clementine itself.