Today was unusually warm and mild. The sky was overcast for most of the day, which made it seem as though outside was quite cold. Looking through the window at work, it looked quite wintry outside. But in reality outside the temperature was quite warm and balmy. Several weeks ago I had ventured out into Queens, the far reaches, to Flushing. While I was standing at the bus stop, I saw out of the corner of my eye a florist shop with citrus trees bedecking the shop. I was in a hurry at the time, but the thought of orange trees remained with me for several weeks. My dear friend Claire introduced me to the thought of growing citrus indoors. She had happened upon them in a magazine, and the thought of oranges, lemons, and tangerines growing in my house was a very exotic one. Just think an orange blossom scented room! With these thoughts in mind, I've ventured down town to Chinatown where I had read during the lunar new year citrus trees were often for sale as good luck tokens. When I arrived, there were all sorts of customers standing outside the shop. My decision was a relatively quick one – I knew I wanted a small compact tree. that was in a small pot for my windowsill. The tree I bought had fruit already on it, but none of that was a ripe yet. In truth, the fruit blend in with the leaves, so it's rather hard to discern that there are citrus on it at all. I named the tree Cornelius, in honor of the joke that Chris and I had shared the day before. I am hoping that in time my green little citrus balls will ripen into the gold and orange I have been told they will.