My Burlington neighborhood is encased in the blindingly bright words and sounds of all that is winter. Snow underfoot, snow in eyes, snow in ears; darkness that comes so quickly, daylight so bright, bouncing off an all-encompassing reflective coat of snow, the beauty is nearly painful. Citrus so brightly flavored, crisp, tart, sweet, it mimics the characteristics of living in the snow.
I'm currently growing 22 pots of flowers on my windowsills, watching them grow and reach against the background of white outside the panes. I wish to grow in the sun like this, too.
We all covet sunshine, don't we. Citrus tastes like sunshine, and luckily for those of us in winter landscapes (beautiful in their own way), citrus colors feel like sunshine when we don't otherwise have any.