Little suns

I'm enjoying the fragrance of lemon trees drifting up to my balcony; and the sight of their fresh yellow fruit. My friend's mandarin tree is hanging out its little lanterns, and I'm remembering the orange tree from a previous garden, and how brightly the oranges stood out against the dark foliage.
In winter, as the days grow stormy and grey, we need to find ways of storing the sun's warmth. Each time I look at the lemons or mandarins it's as if I'm transferring a little sun inside me. I can eat them too, and so the metaphor becomes a reality.