The smell of freshly peeled oranges takes me back to childhood, freckles and cardamom. A happy nostalgia I replenish every time I zest an orange. Haikus on theme.
And on a side note, the smell of oranges reminds me of childhood too! I played football as a kid and we would always have orange slices at halftime haha.
Just beautiful. I can taste the sweetness of the orange.
Blood oranges, blood, oranges. I wish that everyone could right now enjoy the sensory abundance which you describe so evocatively. Just imagine if there were planting of trees instead of planting of power.
These are so wonderfully lush - rich and beautiful language and imagery, Mya! 🧡🍊🦋
Thank you so much, Troy! So grateful for your attention and commenting 💛😸🧡
Lush is a good word for this beautiful writing. Now, I want an orange !!
Yay! Thank you, Louise.
A post of such colourful, juicy delight, Mya - wonderful words!
Thank you for your appreciation, Rebecca!
Zesty, lush and vivid. Amazing.
Now I'd like an orange!
Yay! Thank you Nathan.
Lovely haikus, Mya. Your writing is so beautiful.
And on a side note, the smell of oranges reminds me of childhood too! I played football as a kid and we would always have orange slices at halftime haha.
Thanks Mya :)
Thank you, Michael! Oranges are our madeleines 😊
One to be read aloud, slowly, savouring, feeling. Thanks so much dear Mya. 🤗😘🧡🧡🧡
Thank you so much, Beth! 😊💛🧡💛
I now want to write a whole collection called Shark Infested Snoods.
What a wonderful idea! Please share if you do, Sarah.
Just beautiful. I can taste the sweetness of the orange.
Blood oranges, blood, oranges. I wish that everyone could right now enjoy the sensory abundance which you describe so evocatively. Just imagine if there were planting of trees instead of planting of power.
Thank you. Jo 💚
Thank you so much, Jo; I too will join you forever hoping and "imagining planting of trees instead of planting of power."💚