Yesterday I ate my first one this year of those fruits in the photo. In Haiti we call them mandarines, but in our house we call them mikans, because that's what my husband grew up calling them. This year they haven't been readily available because they mostly grow in the south, and gang activity has caused it to be really difficult to get products from there up here to where we live. I was very thankful to get to eat one.
And I'm thankful that I succeeded in posting one of these gratiku every day in November!
Juice both sweet and tart
Skin that slides off easily —
Fruit that beat danger
Birdtober? Gratiku? What's up with me and these made-up words and daily posting? Well, I've learned that a tiny little burst of creativity each day helps keep me going, stops me from being entirely fixated on the mess. That's why I post daily photos on Facebook. And that's why I'm doing these writing projects. This one is a daily haiku about something I'm thankful for. (A gratitude haiku - get it?) As long as the internet keeps working, I'm going to try to post one every day in November.