They brought us oranges today. The “they” are the lovely people who cater our Meals on Wheels.
I love oranges, but they’re work to prepare.
This evening, as I looked at the orange in anticipation of cutting and peeling, I remembered that my mother always prepared my oranges for me.
Years ago, when I shared that with Burt, he took over orange chores.
He always gave us quarters to chew on. I called it the “smile” solution.
this is our life 