photo by Aletha Kuschan

Artist Aletha Kuschan from a place near Washington DC (location top secret ) has begun work on some citrus paintings over at her art and writing blog for the citrus fiesta.

Here is a photo she has been working from and one of her paintings. You can find more citrus pictures at her blog.

She has this to say about the above drawing:

‘this drawing made using watercolor pencils.  I am searching for the edges of things.  Trying to find the character of these patient fruit that sit here “looking” at me.  They’re all so dignified.  Wish I could get to the essence of their gravitas.  The shadows are deepening.  Not a quality to be well captured by watercolor pencils.’

Aletha’s blog is full of her own art plus wonderful writing on the artistic process, liberally sprinkled with philosophical musings on life.

Thanks Aletha for jumping into the citrus fiesta (I know how busy you are at the moment).

Big hugs from Australia

Picture by opoetoo

Yellow ode / song of the lemonhearted

Contort my tongue in pressure points
Soon to come undone
To push my teeth right to the edge
And fall into the sun

Bring them back a smokin’
Bleached white like desert bones
Dry and tart and squeaking clean
Seeds of rebirth sown

Let my mouth remember
Every bitter thing
Let my heart soon forget
Every bitter thing

_________________________________________________________________

I was very happy to receive a ‘hat full of lemons in hand’ from an old blogging poet friend of mine. He disappeared from the blogosphere completely one day (we’ve all thought of doing it, but he actually took the plunge) and I have wondered about him ever since.

You may remember him as opoetoo He has started to blog again over here.

Thanks Mark

orange peels ssp by tipota

Citrus Fiesta (tipota)

this is a silkscreen print i did called “orange peels”

and here is my story:

citrus is not just the sweet/sour juicy pungent fruits we all know. it is a color pallette, a pattern to say the least.
to say the most i’d tell you my childhood impressions of the citrus groves along the sunshine parkway in florida, where my family would drive every year at christmas holiday when i was a child, and we’d stop at the grove stands and buy bags of navel oranges (a rarity up in the north then) and pink grapefruits. this is all along the last leg of the yearly winter trips to miami to visit my greek grandparents. i am proud of my halfgreek heritage – have you ever met any greek who isn’t? because with every daily greek meal, i mean it, lemons are required, a staple item. my relationship with lemons goes back a long way. ok.

so, the thing about the citrus groves in florida is that the scent of oranges along the highway is like a perfume. it is everywhere, the breeze carries it, the clouds rain it, the ground is saturated with it, the most intoxicating scent a child could hope to imagine, so it was like a magic world of oranges, a place where the sun was a giant lemon, a place where the sidewalks are paved with orange rinds, offered along the way on gingham checked tablecloths blowing in the tangerine breeze were baskets of oranges, clementines, limes, orange popsicles, orange juice, orange soda not to mention lemon and lime aid and grapefruit, sugared. lazy lagoons with waters of citrus nectar, tangelo juice let’s say. i walked along the rows of trees amazed at how splendid the ripe oranges were and how plentiful. delighted in being able to reach and pick one and immediately press it to my nose. but that’s just the beginning, because when i peel the orange, the scent becomes bubblescent, it’s alive, it’s jumping, it stings my eyes, it seeps into my fingers, the juice is hard to keep from dripping when i take that first bite of a freshpicked orange, and we are all in the car and the car smells so sweet of citrus it puts me to sleep like dorothy in the poppy fields. and i dont wash my hands and they get sticky with orange sugars and finally someone hands me a napkin but its too late, the orange perfume is sealed into my hands. so i fold them and put my head over them and lean toward the window and when i wake up, we are pulling into grandmother’s driveway. the joys of citrus.

and even that is still the beginning because citrus as design motif and as art has also crossed my path many times. and gabrielle told you the story about my lemon tree. my grandmother often told me about the lemon groves on her home island of Kos. she described these lemons as being three times bigger than the lemons around here and sweet-tasting. it made me think, gabe, after i learned about your lemonade tree, that her childhood memories of sweet lemons may have actually been lemonade tree lemons, or a similar, related lemon tree.

my screen print “orange peels” was one of many citrus-based art things i have done. but it kind of tells the story, the peels left after the orange is eaten, still have the same fresh bright scent. later, they make the compost smell nicer. the day i did this piece, i was sitting after breakfast wondering what i’d do with this silkscreen project i had and looked over across the table and saw the orange peels designing themselves into a cool almost abstract image, so voila’, i did this print. you will notice, that yes, there is the color pink haha in there. i couldnt resist. selma knows what i mean.

and that’s it, over and out.

_______________________________________________________________

tipota is a professional artist from Cape Code, Massachusetts, USA, who blogs her very own unique style of poetry, art and original music at spaces between trees.

thanks tipota

_______________________________________________________________

naughty lemon by bb

LeMondegreen

I thought it really quite absurd
(and way too weird) when I heard
the 70s band Hot Chocolate sing
about the very strangest thing -
wild lemony love in Cadillacs,
the joys of lemons in the sack!

One day it dawned it wasn’t ‘lemons’
of which they sung, but rather ‘heaven’s’
and so the song proved less obscene,
and my mishearing, a Mondegreen

—————————————————-

Original lyrics here – http://www.mp3lyrics.org/h/hot-chocolate/heaven-is-n-the-back-seat-of-my-cadillac/

____________________________________________________________________________

Poet and blogger beeblue has presented me with a mondegreen citrus poem and picture – haha – which fits in nicely with a previous blog post.

Thanks beeblue

____________________________________________________________________________

Oranger by Benedicte Delachanal

citronnier (crayon) by Benedicte Delachanal

citronnier by Benedicte Delachanal

_______________________________________________________________________________________

Benedicte is a French speaking Canadian from Montreal who hangs her wonderful art at the blog Carnet de Dessins. Make sure you pop over there (she has done a wonder ‘Tintin meets Spielberg’ cartoon).

Gros bisous merci Benedicte

_______________________________________________________________________________________

Mediterranean Medley © Caroline Gill 2012

My Australian friend d (who I ‘met’ through ABC POOL where she is known as dwerombi) has provided three recipes for the Citrus Fiesta.

Brandied Oranges

8 oranges
½ cup water
1 tabsp Cointreau or Grand Marnier
¾ cup sugar
¼ cup brandy

Peel oranges, removing all pith. Cut into small segments and place in attractive serving bowl. Place sugar and water in saucepan and bring to boil while stirring – boil for about 5 mins. Allow to cool then add brandy and liqueur. Pour over orange segments. Best made day before required. Serve with cream or ice-cream.

From Anne Marshall (Ed), 1970. ‘The Age’ Australian And NZ Complete Book of Cookery, Hamlyn.

Di’s Lime Cordial

one Lt lemon or lime juice
one Lt water
one and a half kg sugar (I don’t put as much but it is needed to preserve )
The white of one egg

Boil water, sugar , and the white of the egg together, then add juice and boil for 10 minutes.

Strain and bottle (Will keep for 12 months)

Lemon Delicious Pudding

1 tablespoon butter
¾ cup sugar
2 tablespoons plain flour
rind and juice of 1 lemon
2 eggs (separate yolks and whites)
1 cup milk

Cream butter & sugar, add flour.
Stir in juice and rind of grated lemon.
Add beaten egg yolks and milk.
Beat egg whites very stiff and fold into mixture.
Pour into buttered dish and bake in a pan of water in moderately heated oven.

(should be light and spongy on top, with sauce underneath. Depending on circumstances that seem to be beyond one’s control, this sauce may vary from quite runny to gel-like).

__________________________________________________________

Thanks d

The photo was kindly provided by Carolyn Gill who is from Suffolk, England, UK.

She said that the citrus fiesta reminded her of ‘our holiday around Homer’s ‘sandy Pylos’ in Greece, where we were treated to fresh oranges and limes, with local olives and fresh basil.’ Yummy

Thanks Carolyn

__________________________________________________________________________________________

Tonight, loneliness or winter
so perfect I cut open an orange
and read your old love letters

these words on my tongue
like salt, reshape flesh and bone
memories:

night-raids & picnic lunches
fingertips & lies as we set sail
for new worlds.

I peel this lucent hemisphere
of orange, watch stars
drop into the valley.

The leaves on the tallest palm
lift and shiver – like the summer dresses
in your closet, you’re opening, somewhere.

__________________________________________________

Graham Nunn is a poet, publisher, teacher who blogs at Another Lost Shark. He has published numerous collections of poetry and this poem ‘Orange’ is from ‘Ocean Hearted‘.

Thanks Graham

The citrus fiesta continues

Orange and Chocolate

 Orange chocolate
visual delights to
alter your taste buds
with every bite a
citrus and cocoa
phenomenal sight

 ______________________________________________________________________________________________

© January 2012

Renee Espriu

This poem is from blogger Renee Espriu (and she found the photo at free wallpaper). She blogs ‘creative prose, poetry and short stories’ at renee just turtle flight.

Thanks Renee

Orange and chocolate – yummo (as Jamie Oliver would say ‘best friends’)

Photo by Gabrielle Bryden

Papayas and Lemons

In your garden grew a beautiful lemon tree
In mine there was a papaya tree

We breakfasted on fresh papayas
sprinkled with ginger
and drizzled with lemon juice

Until one day a raging storm
blew down the papaya tree

Now we eat our breakfasts alone
and you take your lemons to market

______________________________

48 hours without
(on a 2 day sponsored fast for charity)

I bought a bag of tangerines
for the time of breaking the fast -
they sat, glowing orange
temptation in the fruit bowl.

The first day I struggled
to remain normal, distracted
by ugly rumbles in my stomach -
signs of a deep hunger

that on the second day
gave way to dizzy light headedness,
an ability to float
above the mundane everyday.

On the forty ninth hour
I held a tangerine, its scent
spicing the air; how strangely
difficult it was to eat

to deny myself my entry
into that other existence
I had almost started
to glimpse.

__________________________________________________

Juliet Wilson is a Scottish poet from Edinburgh (aka Crafty Green Poet) who blogs here (‘creative thinking, greener living’). She is the author of the poetry colleciton ‘Unthinkable Skies’.

Thanks Juliet

Let the citrus fiesta begin!

To begin my citrus extravaganza I am posting a poem I wrote and picture I drew from 2010

for the love of a lemon tree

in her house

tipota grew a lemon tree
from seed that begged plant me

the tree grew
and grew
and grew
with love
to a sumptuous lemonesque grandeur

to pot to pot to pot a
las none were big enough
for the lemon’s great ambitions
and spaces between the tree shrank
until tipota could hardly move

but she minded not
for she loved that lemon tree.

__________________________

I’ve written this poem and drawn the picture just for a bit of fun. Tipota is a very creative lady with a blog called spaces between trees

She is a musician, artist, poet and all round genius as far as I’m concerned. Tipota commented recently on my poem Twisted Lemon. Here is her comment:

‘i grew a lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet ha ha, i grew it from a seed that popped out of a sliced lemon – begging to be planted, it already had a thin green sprout. it grew into a tree, in successively larger pots until there weren’t any more bigger that i could find. i had it for fifteen years and it had wonderful blossoms and the last few seasons it made a handful or two of lemons, tiny ones. alas, it died a few years ago for the very reasons you describe, there was no pot big enough to handle it and it couldn’t go outside. it was huge and took up all the window space in the living room and got so wide i had to move the furniture to make more room for it, i still miss it’

____________________________________________________

Note: There is still time for people to send me stuff (pictures would be good )