When life gives you oranges
Today I picked as many oranges as I could reach, which ended up being 68. I guess it's my way of honoring the 50th anniversary of 1968, the year that rocked the world. (My apologies to Mark Kurlansky, who wrote the book by that title - which is one of my all-time favorite works of nonfiction.) We'll enjoy fresh-squeezed orange juice for a while!