Scarlet Haberdashery

By Haberdashery

Orange Bright

When I was a little girl my behaviour could be controlled by the promise of oranges. "Megan, if you want another satsuma today you need to finish this/ stop that..." I still love them. Yesterday Jeanette asked me what my favourite fruit was (I assumed there was a reason for this). I answered mangoes but ever since I have been imagining a big fat juicy orange, cut into quarters and dripping juice all down my hand and arm.

Just down the road from me is a quality semi old fashioned green grocers, run by the snowy haired and fantastic Mr Wright. He works from the crack of dawn to get to the markets, and often till after nine. I know he still does weekly deliveries to those of his customers who are house bound. He remembers people's favourites and who would chose pink ladies over braeburns. He is a treasure. And he let me have these four beauties wrapped in waxed paper. Three people will be receiving them as gifts once they get in from work. Oh, and buying oranges all the way from Egypt seems much more acceptable when you've bought them locally. No?

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