the time being

January in So Cal means, for us, fresh squeezed orange juice, which I don’t drink. Ever. Oranges aren’t quite broccoli; I don’t mind a little orange flavor in other foods, but I don’t care for oranges. Computerguy LOVES his orange juice, and I love going out to the tree, picking a couple of oranges, and having a glass of orange juice ready for him on his way out the door in the morning. It’s just sort of a lovely practice.

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And here is this that called to me today from W. H. Auden “For the Time Being: a Christmas Oratorio”:

…In the meantime
There are bills to be paid, machines to keep in repair,
Irregular verbs to learn, the Time Being to redeem from insignificance.

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2 Responses to the time being

  1. deanna Long says:

    We just picked several dozen oranges from our tree in the back yard. Not quite as good as yours, but there are a lot of them!

  2. Terri says:

    While in Arizona we had a lemon and a grapefruit tree that ripened in January. They were dwarf, but still, very cool. I am unable to eat or drink citrus of any kind because I have a reaction to citric acid, Vit C, and well, citrus in general (they give me canker sores, bad mouth sores). But, I love the idea of them, just as you say.

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