I love the way they smell. No matter where I am, or what time of year it is, they always smell like Christmas to me. It’s the same way with pine trees, or any combination of the colors red and green. They make me think of Christmas, and suddenly this warm feeling comes
rushing back, along with those nostalgic Currier & Ives scenes of long ago…scenes of a simpler time, pictures that I used to look at when I was a child, that hung on the walls of my grandparents’ farmhouse…that now give me this intense longing for the way things used to be.
Isn’t it odd how such common, little everyday things, like oranges can do that? How they possess the ability to touch something deep within us that calls us all, back home?
So let me share with you, why oranges do that to me…
As a boy, I learned to appreciate the little things in life from my mother. My mother was raised on a farm in central Kentucky, and her her parents were poor, but like most depression era families, they didn’t know it. For they had their land, their family, plenty of food to eat, and their devout trust and faith in God. Their family was woven to the earth and the earth was woven together by God.
So season after season, crop after cr ...
