Oranges are Growing
It’s Christmas Day at my grandparents’ home in Florida. Oranges are growing and the kitchen is full of people and there are dogs. Lots of dogs. The boys are playing hockey outside on the pavement; their sticks scrape the road while spatulas scrape the sides of mixing bowls. The sun is shining and it’s just warm enough for me to be thankful on a day that I’d otherwise wish was cold.