Tis the season to harvest sweet and juicy mandarins off our tree
I harvested the first mandarin and ate it right there out in the garden--tossing the peels in the iris bed at the base of the olive tree.
I was making sure the fruit was ready before picking any others. Honestly I was.
After I determined that the mandarins were ripened to perfection, I harvested the two largest ones and brought them inside for Hubby (he loves them).
With one in each outstretched sweetly pungent hand, I immediately said, "Look at what I have for you!"
He was appropriately dazzled by my offering. He didn't notice that I smelled of evidence of my "crime". The mandarins were set in a place of honor on his cutting board in the kitchen to be enjoyed after dinner.
Later in the day I decided I wanted to photograph the two I'd harvested (they were so beautiful I couldn't help myself). When I was setting up to photograph them, Hubby had to make a quick run to the hardware store. While he was gone I finished my set-up and started shooting the photos. I couldn't complete my shoot unless I had pictures of a peeled mandarin. Without hesitation I peeled one of them and that wonderful aromatic oil squirted all over my fingertips.
Of course I had to eat a slice that wasn't being used in the staging. I had to. Okay, it was two slices... or maybe three.
Hubby came home before I was finished and passed by my studio doorway. "It smells like mandarins in here," he exclaimed and peeked in to see what I was doing.
"I'm just taking photos of your beautiful mandarins, Honey," I said, "I had to peel one of them to get the shots."
I failed to tell him I'd eaten some of his precious mandarin--the loving offering I'd ceremoniously brought him just a few hours before. I feel a bit guilty...
...but it was so good.
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