Wanting What You Can't Have!

So I went to the local plant nursery to look at citrus plants.

They’re nice. They have gorgeous foliage and delicious fruit. Since I prefer thin-skinned lemons for ease of juicing, I’m leaving them off the list this time, but I’m thinking about planting Honey Murcott mandarin, Lemonade, Australian finger lime and Tahitian lime.

I couldn’t help but notice the rows and rows of Ballerina columnar trees loaded with plump, enticing apples.

Maybe it’s because I have fond memories of family road trips where the sighting of a roadside apple tree led to the squeal of brakes, the pitter patter of little feet, and bellyaches later from eating too many apples.

Maybe it’s Dad's childhood reminiscences of sneaking after dark into his neighbour's crab apple tree and feasting all night.

Perhaps because the act of pulling an apple off a tree reminds me of my honeymoon in New Zealand, where (it’s too cold for fruit flies!) the free fruit we scoffed was crisp and sweet and perfect.

And perhaps I just want what I can’t have.