JULIE ANN STEVENS

Organic oranges.

I bought a bagful yesterday and placed them on the ledge in my office window — an arm’s length from my keyboard.

Promising orbs of  juicy pleasure —

Visible.  Touchable. 

And when I choose —

Edible.

I had a visitor to my office yesterday who commented on the oranges.

When I offered him one, he declined, explaining that while he loves the taste of oranges —

He cannot be bothered with the process of peeling —

“Too much trouble.”

“Too much mess.”

And I think —

“But the fragrance!   The juice!  The treasure within!”

And then —

It hits me.

Big time.

The critical importance of the orange test —

As a predictor of — er — compatibility.

Yes.  Yes.  Yes —

Oh —

YES!!!!!