Came home after a good-but-busy day at work to find that an utterly unexpected present had arrived in the mail. Just as the scent of an orange lingers in a room long after it has been peeled and eaten, a feeling of thankfulness will stay with me for days, I know.


Lovely post. My gram used to send us oranges every year for Christmas. It was a special symbol of love for us. She grew up poor and it was a treasure for her to get an orange for Christmas. She passed away two years ago. I miss her, especially now with Christmas coming. Thank you for the post.

Oh, beegirl, I am so sorry for your loss. She must have been a wonderful person - and you've passed that along to us. Now I'll think of the story of your gram's love whenever I paint an orange - and I love to paint oranges. Thank you.



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