I can't eat an orange in the winter without thinking of my grandfather. I loved to hear him tell his stories of oranges in his stocking and how he looked forward to that delicious treat every Christmas. They were poor and oranges were quite the treat for the family. He told me would even eat the rind because he didn't want any of it to go to waste. I really love that this little fruit brings a smile to my soul.
The man clan are not the only ones that love these juicy oranges as much as me. Miss Lily is an orange thief. She knows a good thing when she sees it.