He was tall and fair with a gingery beard, spicy and fresh like a summer's night. She was fragrant and pretty, shining like a mid August sun.

 They met a winter night, when the sun didn't shine and she was withered and blue. By the coming of spring though, the lemon trees blossomed and they met again to fall in love under the sparkling sun and the bright green blades of the new born grass.

 Their love story never ends. By the coming of snow or the blossoms of spring, ginger and lemon are magic to meet.