This weekend was the most fabulous weekend you could ever hope for in February. (Thanks climate change!) Saturday was a spectacular day: doughnuts in the car, the scenic route to Beaufort, 70º weather, ice cream on the waterfront, witnessing the tail end of a proposal (while I squeaked my swing, oblivious), super sour citrus fruits, graveyards and general meandering.
Abstract brick and tabby.
Blue ceiling.
Mermaid hair.
Moss taking over.
Well worn joggling board.
Weathered cypress.
When we came upon this citrus tree teeming with fruit, they were just so cute, we had to try them. I remembered trying one before, so I knew it would be sour, but even so, I was unprepared for the level of tartness these tiny fruits pack. If you see these tiny things, beware! It's probably the most sour thing I've ever tasted. I have since looked them up, and discovered that they are called calamondins, or calamansi. Now that I know what they are, I think I'll stick to Myers lemons, satsumas and kumquats in my garden!
Teeny tiny!
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