Oranges

So, Saturday..cold and frigid and sunless. The temperatures are dropping faster than my morals and we're running out of fun things to do.

Our town is in a somewhat hilly region and it was decided we'd beat the winters by injecting a bit of vitamin C into our lives (a placebo to vitamin S probably)

So away we went to an orange orchard to pick oranges. 

hundreds of trees, drooping to the ground with swollen oranges is enough to make you forget you've been living in a sunless city. 

It was beautiful alright, I didn't know if we should busy ourselves with picking oranges or eating them. I did both, more of the latter, but man was it a joyous sight. 

I mean trees, so many wonderful trees, with typically citrusy leaves that emanates the smell of winters, redolent of warm sunshine on frozen terraces. 

And then oranges, like minuscule edible orange Suns, hanging low with juicy abundance. It makes your heart sing..but of course nothing, absolutely nothing can make you forget that it's cold..so cold, that plucking oranges was almost impossible with fingers that felt they'd suffered rigor Mortis--and of course the fact that all hands were liberally suffused with orange juice from previous peelings and greedy eatings didn't help our case..and oh, it started raining too, but what of it, I've enough loot to last me this winter.