The morning I picked some calamansi fruit

While I was thinking out loud about how I wish we still had calamansi that I could add to my warm cup of honey drink, my cousin-in-law told me that I could pick them fresh from the backyard.

It was probably my addled brain, still trying to put into context my change of environment—from the apartment complex in the metro back to our hometown with a backyard filled with ornamental plants, vegetables, and fruit-bearing trees—that I caught myself dazed and amused at the thought that I could pick them fresh!

I was so accustomed to buying everything that the reality of sustainable living, which is highly doable if you have the space to do so, can actually be within reach. So, to remind me of the fine morning when I picked some ripe calamansi fruit, here’s a photo I took:

I am so glad to be back home, albeit in a new one.