Most years the summerhouse in our garden is, as its name suggests, only used in the summer.
But on this dull December winter morning I have just visited it with my camera to record an event. One of the citrus trees which grows in a pot out there, without any carol accompaniment or grand festive light switch on, has been bedecking itself with bright orange baubles. For the first time this orange tree has produced miniature orange fruits. A couple dropped off before we noticed the secret ripening, so we tried eating them. Not very sweet, but with a distinctive satsuma-ry taste.
A bit like discovering a royal baby in a stable perhaps?