I confess I am a fan of the ‘quats. Be they prefaced with either a “kum” or a “lo” for them I gogogo. I am fortunate to have growing on our neighbor’s property a loquat tree which has been so kind as to extend its boughs into our backyard, thus providing me with ready and legal access to the delectable fruit — and this spring’s crop is promising to be bountiful… if they’ll ever ripen. Not a day has gone by in the last couple weeks that I haven’t been checking in anticipation and urging them to hurry on up to full fruition.
Kumquats? Not so lucky. So I’ve been reduced to thievery from a tree located in the front yard of an apartment building the dog and I pass on our daily walks. It started off last week when I discovered the tree a few doors down from where I found this sign that I wrote about. Standing there with fruit festooning only an arm’s reach away, my first offense was to snatch a single, solitary kumquat and keep moving. Around the corner onto Sunset I glanced furtively behind me to see if I was being pursued and when I wasn’t I eyed the flawless citrus jewel, wiped off a speck of something from its skin and popped it into my mouth where I discovered that exquisite bite-sized blend of sour and sweet and I almost did an about face with the dog and went back for more. Much more.
“Easy there fella,” which I’m pretty sure I said aloud. Somehow I managed to stave off the urge to plunder… at least until the next day, when I grabbed four and flew as ninja-like as I could be in the broad daylight with a dog on a leash. Then there was Saturday’s walk-around with the wife and my haul was six — two for her and four for me. This morning (as pictured up top), the take was eight — and this time it was just plain bold and brazen. Not only did I not give a hoot who might see me, but I took my sweet old time getting all picky and choosey. And tomorrow? I’m going double-digits, see… and don’t nobody try and stop me, myah!