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.

A group of people playing street hockey on a sunny day, using a pink ball as the puck. They are in motion, surrounded by trees and houses along a quiet road.
Orange tree with ripe fruit seen through a window.
Two people in a dimly lit kitchen preparing food, standing near a stove and refrigerator, with a window in the background.
Silhouette of a person and a dog inside a room, with light from a window in the background.
Golden Retriever lying on grass and pavement, resting its head.
Person wearing glasses and a gray Patagonia sweater standing outdoors with trees in the background, smiling.
People playing street hockey with sticks and a pink ball on a residential street, surrounded by trees and parked cars.